We have moved into the beach house. Most of our belongings are in storage, so it wasn't much of a move. There's still some unpacking and reorganizing to do.
This is not to say that it hasn't been hell around here. Let's take appliances, for instance. The Home Depot appliance guys showed up on Thursday. They had two vent hoods on the truck—one that I wanted, one that I had cancelled. I had five back-and-forth grumpy phone calls with the guy who was supposed to install the vent hood before I figured out that he was planning on installing the vent hood that I did not want. Not only had they failed to cancel the hood, they had failed to cancel its installation.
Then there's the dishwasher. They brought the wrong installation kit. The dishwasher is now sitting in the garage, waiting for a guy who's supposed to show up tomorrow with the right installation kit.
And the stove. They delivered the wrong stove, so I sent it back. They say they'll be back Thursday to try again. In the meantime, mealtime means the microwave and the Hasty Bake.
We kept the existing refrigerator. It seems to be working for now. We also brought over our refrigerator from the bungalow, which used to be our garage 'frig at the ranchito. It's back to being a garage 'frig again. Because there are few outlets in the garage, we had to place it where a car should be.
Yesterday I decided to put some tools and stuff in the garage cabinets. After looking at the garage cabinets, I ended up spending the day tearing them off the wall and replacing them with new cabinets that I fetched from Lowe's. Working in the garage on a 98-degree day is my idea of fun. I tore down three cabinets and only replaced two, which let me put the garage 'frig in the gap where the missing cabinet had been. Now we should be able to get one car in our two-car garage. I doubt that we will be able to clear all the crap out of the other parking slot ever. Because Jeanne has not sold her little red roadster, it will go into the garage and our two main cars will sit in the driveway waiting for the next hail storm.
Our lives are many things. Boring is not one of them.