Friday, October 30, 2009

I am in.

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My second load of laundry is going. While I was doing that, I did a private tour of the house. If I needed storage, it would be there. I really like the design of the house. It might be tight with more than a wife and two children. At four children a new place would be a must. But for a bachelor or the couple who owns it, it is very nicely sized. One might even call it a castle, with little hideouts, nooks here and there, and an interesting number of comfortable places to settle. I also read what the husband wrote regarding why he does not believe. I was hoping for something unique. It is the standard line, which is fine.

My money is in, but in the old bank. I am going to make some calls Monday and find out what is happening with this. I received a notice from the social security administration that my new address has been noted and that I only need to respond if the data is incorrect. Well, it is now, but that will take time to correct. They know, from my change of bank attempt, where I live and where I bank. I have heard nothing from the V.A., though I am in the V.A. system here, which means nothing regarding where my check goes. Foolishness, how many forms must I fill out and how long does it really take? Oh, I should write return to sender on the medicine and send it back too. That, at least, was only a month and a half late, if simply too late at that.

It looks like they have all the cooking essentials, and eating essentials, though I will take my 8 quart and cast iron pan. I will get a screen for the pan though. I simply had no place to conveniently store it in this apartment. There was simply no room. Seriously shorted on storage and simply any type of kitchen space made even attempting to sort things out well here difficult. To that end, I will go shopping this evening. I still have two big packages of venison in the freezer. But I like to spread those out, they are precious and few. My former neighbor's sister did indicate that should I wish for more, especially since hunting season was coming up, to let her know! I think she was pleased to be rid of it. If her men did well, getting both an elk and a deer, I might be in for some nice vitals. Still, I like my fattened meats too.

It is all business right now. I hope to have most things out by Saturday, so that I can vacuum and then clean the carpet, and some last bits of work. Oh, calling utilities about transferring the internet service. And, that may mean some phone line work. Who knows. Well, I best get back to it, whatever it is I am doing. Phone call first! I need to put a stop on a bank thing.

2 comments:

  1. Ah, the joys of moving! I have to say that storage was a major problem in all the flats I viewed. This one has good kitchen cupboards but just one big cupboard to serve the rest of the flat - and that's the wardrobe in the main bedroom. There is barely enough room for all my clothes as it is and now they have to fight for space with the hoover, ironing board and a ladder!

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  2. Joanna,

    That is one of my pet peeves, no storage. If I wasn't so tall and broad shouldered, a wardrobe (as big and clunky are those are though too) might work, and dressers. I love space everywhere! It doesn't have to be a big place, as long as there is plenty of storage and it is easy to reach. And they can do it with minimal planning. My last gal and I lived in a converted garage (plus a little from our belief (owner says no, but, she is a really unique unit... trust me), they used part of the old house, what used to be the garage, and garage upper for the "attic" as a half story, almost perfectly actually), we had storage everywhere incredibly, no insulation, but lots of storage. Other than that it was one of the neatest places I have lived. Ackh, they can never get it right. I think they often refuse to do so!

    I like to be tidy, well, for a bachelor. But when I can't turn around in a place almost literally, and have no storage I feel like a bear in a cage. You sound like one who likes it tidy too, it has to drive you to distraction?

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