In the next few months, I'm going to have the opportunity to meet a lot of new people. That "opportunity" actually began a few days ago, when the first prospective renters appeared to look at the house. Nice couple with three boys and another on the way. They left their children at home when they came to look at the house.
Today's prospective renter brought the two children with her, as her husband is still packing up their stuff in another state before he joins her and their two children, a sweet little girl and a rambuctious little boy. They've been stuffed in a car for the last two days, though, so his being a bit hyper is understood.
I'm sure there's a list of Things Not To Do for landlords when showing a house. I've probably broken some of those rules. (Mental note: Look this up.) When looking for a house and talkng to a prospective landlord, though, it's probably a good idea to not inquire if it's ok to rewire some of the electricity in the house. On the positive side, at least she did ask.
Minutes after she had mentioned multiple times that she's a real estate agent. No, her husband is not a licensed electrician in this state. Shouldn't she know better? Heck, even I know rewiring electricity is not a good idea.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Learning...Patience
I've been a teacher since August 2001. You would think that in that time I would have learned to be the most patient person on the face of the earth.
You would be wrong.
Yesterday and today have been a study in patience as I have waited for two days for the guy to come give an estimate for the paint job so our house can be rented out when we PCS. Long sentence, grammatically correct.
It's 2:30 or 1430 or, more to the point, 5 (five) hours and 30 (thirty!) minutes past the time when the gentleman was supposed to be here.
He isn't even going to paint, but only give an estimate.
Now, if I had nothing better to do with my day, I wouldn't mind as much. However, as it stands I have a list of Things That Must Be Done:
1. Get a new drivers license, as mine will expire while we're in Europe. While this normally would only take a few hours and could be done later, this wonderful state now mails licenses back, so I have to make sure there's enough time for it to be returned via snail mail.
2. Separate items for the yard sale we're having this weekend. We have so much stuff to get rid of that we don't really see any reason to haul halfway across the world. If we can't sell it, I'll donate it, as it's mostly good stuff.
3. Give the dog a bath. My husband thinks she has fleas, since something ate his legs up in bed the other night (curiously, I was fine), so much so that he washed the bed linen and, without giving her a bath, put her into bed again last night. Which leads to...
3a. Wash the bed linen on the bed, since he didn't give the dog a bath and put her into the bed last night after changing the sheets.
4. Take the first set of bed linen out of the washer and put it into the dryer. I was out with friends last night so I'm pretty sure that wasn't done.
5. Get the car oil changed. The "Oil Change Required" thingamajig came on over the weekend. I'm pretty sure the car is serious at this point.
6. I was supposed to go watch my husband jump out of a perfectly good airplane, his last airborne jump until we hit Europe, but since that began an hour ago, and ye painter estimation man still isn't here, I guess I can scratch that off the list.
You would be wrong.
Yesterday and today have been a study in patience as I have waited for two days for the guy to come give an estimate for the paint job so our house can be rented out when we PCS. Long sentence, grammatically correct.
It's 2:30 or 1430 or, more to the point, 5 (five) hours and 30 (thirty!) minutes past the time when the gentleman was supposed to be here.
He isn't even going to paint, but only give an estimate.
Now, if I had nothing better to do with my day, I wouldn't mind as much. However, as it stands I have a list of Things That Must Be Done:
1. Get a new drivers license, as mine will expire while we're in Europe. While this normally would only take a few hours and could be done later, this wonderful state now mails licenses back, so I have to make sure there's enough time for it to be returned via snail mail.
2. Separate items for the yard sale we're having this weekend. We have so much stuff to get rid of that we don't really see any reason to haul halfway across the world. If we can't sell it, I'll donate it, as it's mostly good stuff.
3. Give the dog a bath. My husband thinks she has fleas, since something ate his legs up in bed the other night (curiously, I was fine), so much so that he washed the bed linen and, without giving her a bath, put her into bed again last night. Which leads to...
3a. Wash the bed linen on the bed, since he didn't give the dog a bath and put her into the bed last night after changing the sheets.
4. Take the first set of bed linen out of the washer and put it into the dryer. I was out with friends last night so I'm pretty sure that wasn't done.
5. Get the car oil changed. The "Oil Change Required" thingamajig came on over the weekend. I'm pretty sure the car is serious at this point.
6. I was supposed to go watch my husband jump out of a perfectly good airplane, his last airborne jump until we hit Europe, but since that began an hour ago, and ye painter estimation man still isn't here, I guess I can scratch that off the list.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Living...Beginnings
In approximately 3 weeks we are PCSing. To another country.
Italy, to be exact.
So far today, we have met with the person who will be in charge of getting people here to move our household goods and met with potential renters for the house. It's only 11 a.m. I'm currently waiting on the painter to show up to give an estimate of how much painting two walls will cost.
For future reference, maybe painting an accent wall isn't a great idea if one is military and may be moving. I wan't here at that time, so I take no credit or blame for that decision.
So what, exactly, is this blog? I can tell you what it's not. It's not a place to talk about my husband's life in the military. There are millions of places on the web for that, both positive and negative, military and civilian.
Rather, when I first learned we would be PCSing (to Italy!), I couldn't find good information that would help me. Maybe? Possibly? I'll be able to help someone else who is in this same position later. Or at least, when I'm taken away by the nice men in white coats, someone will be able to pinpoint exactly my mental demise.
I kid, I kid. It's not that bad. Yet.
The fun has just begun.
Italy, to be exact.
So far today, we have met with the person who will be in charge of getting people here to move our household goods and met with potential renters for the house. It's only 11 a.m. I'm currently waiting on the painter to show up to give an estimate of how much painting two walls will cost.
For future reference, maybe painting an accent wall isn't a great idea if one is military and may be moving. I wan't here at that time, so I take no credit or blame for that decision.
So what, exactly, is this blog? I can tell you what it's not. It's not a place to talk about my husband's life in the military. There are millions of places on the web for that, both positive and negative, military and civilian.
Rather, when I first learned we would be PCSing (to Italy!), I couldn't find good information that would help me. Maybe? Possibly? I'll be able to help someone else who is in this same position later. Or at least, when I'm taken away by the nice men in white coats, someone will be able to pinpoint exactly my mental demise.
I kid, I kid. It's not that bad. Yet.
The fun has just begun.
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