I don't specifically remember the moving gods while studying Greek mythology in high school. But surely they exist, right? How else can the nightmare of moving be explained? The moving gods and I, however, do not share the same sense of humor.
We are 90% moved out of our old house. All furniture moved, all that remains is the garage, attic, barn and miscellaneous annoying crap in the closets. Our house has not sold...which is ideal at the moment so we can move at a leisurely pace. But, Dear Lord, we are about done moving so please send that buyer now!
*I can never find an extension cord when I need it, for example Christmas. Whilst moving, I have found no fewer than 627 extension cords.
* Cleaning supplies and old towels (being saved for messy cleanups, dog bathing... you know the ones) multiply like rabbits.
*I have not had our mail forwarded yet (yes, we still pick it up about once a week when we are there moving stuff). The only address I have gone online to officially change is ....People Magazine. Priorities.
*A/C in old house went out. While we were packing stuff and it was Africa hot outside. Pleasant. The up side was that when we listed our house with the realtor, we purchased the home warranty to entice buyers. Thankfully that warranty goes into affect at the time you list. So the new fan motor for the A/C only cost us a $60 service call.
*The garage refrigerator went out after we moved it. Not a necessity by any stretch, since it just holds the overflow...and well, beer, which IS a necessity when moving while it is Africa hot outside. I digress. The garage refrigerator still had a lot of Pedro in it. Did I mention we moved the fridge last Sunday and realized it was not working....8 days later. Nice. Hubs and his buddy loaded the fridge onto the trailer by scooping it up in the bucket of the tractor, which may or may not have had something to do with why it is not working now....I'm just sayin'. Redneck moving may not always be the best method.
* I celebrated moving/unloading/organizing the entire kitchen in the new house, by actually cooking dinner and making a cake for dessert. Only to have the kitchen sink stop up. Hubs could not make it budge, so the whole nasty mess of dishes had to sit out until the plumber came the next day.
*A huge tree limb on a tree in our backyard came crashing down from a large gust of wind. Didn't land on anything luckily, just another untimely check mark on the the to-do list.
* The swimming pool a.k.a. science experiment gone awry is about to be the death of me. We bought this house with a nice new shiny year old saltwater pool. I was a little leery of having a swimming pool....I mean you have heard pool owners complain of the upkeep. However, "they" say saltwater is very low maintenance. Take my word on this dear readers, just join your neighborhood pool. Never, ever, never get a pool in your backyard. I think we have made it full circle in the learning curve of the chemicals...to the tune of about $500 in the past month. Now the sand filter went haywire, spewing sand into the pool. Not to mention, not properly filtering the water at that time. The pool was green so we could not see the bottom of the pool much less sand on the bottom. Hubs read about the sand filter on the internet, disassembled it and now it needs more sand. Did I meantion we live in a town of 10,000....no pool store readily available. Then the automatic crawler vacuum thing wasn't sinking to the bottom of the pool. More internet reading and hubs determines that sand effects the vacuum. We might have to buy a manual pool vacuum to get rid of the sand. The pool brings new meaning to the term money pit.
All of this to say...a few more days of this and the pool is going to be filled with dirt and my hair will be completely gray. In the mean time...we are enjoying the pea green swamp. Someday I am sure I will love the pool....maybe.
On a much more entertaining note....One of our barns has a little potty room in it. I opened the door yesterday and was very disappointed to see that someone had made a mess and been wasting toilet paper. For shame.
However there was no human being for me to scold...Dang mice.
Incidentally, our house cats now reside in this barn. Don't be alarmed, it is insulated and perfectly suited for large amounts of cat hair, hairballs and litter boxes. Anyway, justice was served as there was a mouse carcass on the floor with a perfectly content cat licking his paws nearby. Don't chew my Charmin.
In amongst all the weariness and headaches of moving...we are enjoying our new digs. On Father's Day evening we took a ride around in the Gator. Well hubs and I were in the Gator, blonde rascal chose his own means of transportation....
That is until we came across this......in all my excitement at seeing this I didn't take time to focus very well....Yep, it's a bobcat. Totally cool. It was at this point though that blonde rascal ditched his dirt bike and hoped in the back of the Gator with us!
Here is a little tour....
The road leading up to our property is a little hilly. I am looking forward to running that...when I regain my running mojo which the act of moving has temporarily robbed me of. Not to mention, where are my running shoes?
The rugged open landscape is calming.
Our property is, as is our entire neck of the woods, surrounded by these wind energy turbines.
Interesting.......old and new wind power, side by side.
That is all for now friends....I am off to unpack something or study the extra large, in ground petri dish in our backyard. Sigh.