And so it goes...

Today, they took the final walkthrough of the house. I thought that was Wednesday.

They had a list of things they want done. Good thing it was today, I guess.

Wish I had been here for it.

I was in Hemet talking to my mother and older brother about My Life and All That Means To Me.

Love them, I truly do - but...I thought the walkthrough was Wednesday.

The end.

(The dog is a happy camper...and I'm going to get rid of the recyclables now, and goodwill purge my closet. Pack the rest. That's the goal for tonight. Anything after that is gravy.)

And so it goes...

Today, they took the final walkthrough of the house. I thought that was Wednesday.

They had a list of things they want done. Good thing it was today, I guess.

Wish I had been here for it.

I was in Hemet talking to my mother and older brother about My Life and All That Means To Me.

Love them, I truly do - but...I thought the walkthrough was Wednesday.

The end.

(The dog is a happy camper...and I'm going to get rid of the recyclables now, and goodwill purge my closet. Pack the rest. That's the goal for tonight. Anything after that is gravy.)

And so it goes...

Today, they took the final walkthrough of the house. I thought that was Wednesday.

They had a list of things they want done. Good thing it was today, I guess.

Wish I had been here for it.

I was in Hemet talking to my mother and older brother about My Life and All That Means To Me.

Love them, I truly do - but...I thought the walkthrough was Wednesday.

The end.

(The dog is a happy camper...and I'm going to get rid of the recyclables now, and goodwill purge my closet. Pack the rest. That's the goal for tonight. Anything after that is gravy.)

*snap*

When we got back into cell phone range this afternoon, we found that our agent had called and left a voicemail on my cell phone. When we called back, we found that they had taken the final walk-through and had a number of concerns - one of which was a puddle of water outside the garage door. That's a result of the dryer vent laying on the group just inside the door (there's a vent built into the garage door there as well) - and they thought it was a water leak. The agent also said to call when we got home - usually, such talk means "sit down, the news is bad."

So I did what nobody should do - I blurted out the first thing I came up with. Since Jim had put a load of clothes in the dryer before we left, obviously the steam had formed the "puddle" from condensing on the ground. "Thanks for putting a load of clothes in the dryer before they came by - now there's a puddle of water next to the garage door and they freaked out over it!"

There are days when I am a TOTAL baka.

I was also upset at having to be in two places at once - and yes, both parties really think they should have me, willing or no.

I couldn't wait until we got home - we hit traffic and all I really want to know is whether or not the deal is off over some laundry dryer condensation or not. So I called again and told the agent Jim was going to be going to work right after we got home and did I need him to go over what he had? He was on another call. So when he got finished with that call, he called me back and went over the punchlist.

Suffice it to say, when we have anyone over to look at anything again, there will be no laundry going. Feh.

Most of it can be done through the home repair insurance I carry, but they want some things done that never worked in 13 years - okay, gimme. I guess. I guess it's good the final walkthrough wasn't Wednesday. We'd never made it.

More crap. More crap. More crap. *whine* Ghad, I hate what this is doing to me.

Going to go put the recycle bins in the garage, take the luggage set upstairs and begin packing clothes. When I am done, they will be in four places - in drawers that can close, in boxes, in luggage or out in the truck bed to be taken to Goodwill.

I've already finalized the taxes and taken all the recyclables back - got dinner for me, that did.

But once the clothes are done, I am done for the night.

*snap*

When we got back into cell phone range this afternoon, we found that our agent had called and left a voicemail on my cell phone. When we called back, we found that they had taken the final walk-through and had a number of concerns - one of which was a puddle of water outside the garage door. That's a result of the dryer vent laying on the group just inside the door (there's a vent built into the garage door there as well) - and they thought it was a water leak. The agent also said to call when we got home - usually, such talk means "sit down, the news is bad."

So I did what nobody should do - I blurted out the first thing I came up with. Since Jim had put a load of clothes in the dryer before we left, obviously the steam had formed the "puddle" from condensing on the ground. "Thanks for putting a load of clothes in the dryer before they came by - now there's a puddle of water next to the garage door and they freaked out over it!"

There are days when I am a TOTAL baka.

I was also upset at having to be in two places at once - and yes, both parties really think they should have me, willing or no.

I couldn't wait until we got home - we hit traffic and all I really want to know is whether or not the deal is off over some laundry dryer condensation or not. So I called again and told the agent Jim was going to be going to work right after we got home and did I need him to go over what he had? He was on another call. So when he got finished with that call, he called me back and went over the punchlist.

Suffice it to say, when we have anyone over to look at anything again, there will be no laundry going. Feh.

Most of it can be done through the home repair insurance I carry, but they want some things done that never worked in 13 years - okay, gimme. I guess. I guess it's good the final walkthrough wasn't Wednesday. We'd never made it.

More crap. More crap. More crap. *whine* Ghad, I hate what this is doing to me.

Going to go put the recycle bins in the garage, take the luggage set upstairs and begin packing clothes. When I am done, they will be in four places - in drawers that can close, in boxes, in luggage or out in the truck bed to be taken to Goodwill.

I've already finalized the taxes and taken all the recyclables back - got dinner for me, that did.

But once the clothes are done, I am done for the night.

*snap*

When we got back into cell phone range this afternoon, we found that our agent had called and left a voicemail on my cell phone. When we called back, we found that they had taken the final walk-through and had a number of concerns - one of which was a puddle of water outside the garage door. That's a result of the dryer vent laying on the group just inside the door (there's a vent built into the garage door there as well) - and they thought it was a water leak. The agent also said to call when we got home - usually, such talk means "sit down, the news is bad."

So I did what nobody should do - I blurted out the first thing I came up with. Since Jim had put a load of clothes in the dryer before we left, obviously the steam had formed the "puddle" from condensing on the ground. "Thanks for putting a load of clothes in the dryer before they came by - now there's a puddle of water next to the garage door and they freaked out over it!"

There are days when I am a TOTAL baka.

I was also upset at having to be in two places at once - and yes, both parties really think they should have me, willing or no.

I couldn't wait until we got home - we hit traffic and all I really want to know is whether or not the deal is off over some laundry dryer condensation or not. So I called again and told the agent Jim was going to be going to work right after we got home and did I need him to go over what he had? He was on another call. So when he got finished with that call, he called me back and went over the punchlist.

Suffice it to say, when we have anyone over to look at anything again, there will be no laundry going. Feh.

Most of it can be done through the home repair insurance I carry, but they want some things done that never worked in 13 years - okay, gimme. I guess. I guess it's good the final walkthrough wasn't Wednesday. We'd never made it.

More crap. More crap. More crap. *whine* Ghad, I hate what this is doing to me.

Going to go put the recycle bins in the garage, take the luggage set upstairs and begin packing clothes. When I am done, they will be in four places - in drawers that can close, in boxes, in luggage or out in the truck bed to be taken to Goodwill.

I've already finalized the taxes and taken all the recyclables back - got dinner for me, that did.

But once the clothes are done, I am done for the night.

More -

The bars we got with the wardrobe boxes are too short. I can't finish the clothes tonight.

I DID get the goodwill stuff to the truck. And I think we can pack everything else.

But I found another "time capsule" box at the bottom of the closet and could have just wept. The one love letter Cliff had of his parents' - I'll have to return it. He kept it because it had a birch bark envelope. Dad had written to Mom from Okinawa after she and Cliff (at 9 months of age) returned to the United States, while he remained behind. Now that they have reconciled, I think they'll like having it.

Photos from when I was in Switzerland. The tax return. The one piece of Nazi memorabilia Cliff ever got his hands on, a 1939 Iron Cross. Stamps. First-day covers.

I am supposed to be making progress here. *sigh* Knew this would happen.

But that's it for me. I can do no more tonight and sleep - so off to bed I go. With a shot glass of Jaegermeister for good measure.

More -

The bars we got with the wardrobe boxes are too short. I can't finish the clothes tonight.

I DID get the goodwill stuff to the truck. And I think we can pack everything else.

But I found another "time capsule" box at the bottom of the closet and could have just wept. The one love letter Cliff had of his parents' - I'll have to return it. He kept it because it had a birch bark envelope. Dad had written to Mom from Okinawa after she and Cliff (at 9 months of age) returned to the United States, while he remained behind. Now that they have reconciled, I think they'll like having it.

Photos from when I was in Switzerland. The tax return. The one piece of Nazi memorabilia Cliff ever got his hands on, a 1939 Iron Cross. Stamps. First-day covers.

I am supposed to be making progress here. *sigh* Knew this would happen.

But that's it for me. I can do no more tonight and sleep - so off to bed I go. With a shot glass of Jaegermeister for good measure.

More -

The bars we got with the wardrobe boxes are too short. I can't finish the clothes tonight.

I DID get the goodwill stuff to the truck. And I think we can pack everything else.

But I found another "time capsule" box at the bottom of the closet and could have just wept. The one love letter Cliff had of his parents' - I'll have to return it. He kept it because it had a birch bark envelope. Dad had written to Mom from Okinawa after she and Cliff (at 9 months of age) returned to the United States, while he remained behind. Now that they have reconciled, I think they'll like having it.

Photos from when I was in Switzerland. The tax return. The one piece of Nazi memorabilia Cliff ever got his hands on, a 1939 Iron Cross. Stamps. First-day covers.

I am supposed to be making progress here. *sigh* Knew this would happen.

But that's it for me. I can do no more tonight and sleep - so off to bed I go. With a shot glass of Jaegermeister for good measure.