So my house is now officially half packed up. Actually I think it’s more like 75% packed up. All they have left to do is the living room, the bathroom (neither of which have very much stuff), the coat closet, and the laundry room. And the guy who’s doing the packing needs to finish the garage.
I was discussing with my neighbors last night how I want to clean the house a bit before we leave, and the resounding response was, “WHY???” I was really surprised because I know my one neighbor had spent a good long time cleaning up the house a previous time it had been sold. I thought it was somewhat expected to clean up the house before you move out.
I’m not going to work my butt off to clean the darn thing. I’m just going to wipe things down. The buyers’ real estate agent called us last night trying to schedule a carpet cleaning in as we’re moving out because the husband is allergic to cats, and experienced an allergic reaction on the way home after the inspection. I don’t have very much sympathy for him because instead of following the inspector around to learn how to take care of his new house, he instead chose to sit on the couch and yammer with me as he petted my cats. He also told me straight-up that he’s allergic to cats, but he loves them so much.
He could have at least washed his hands before he left so he wouldn’t get the pet dander near his face.
Oh well. His problem, not mine.
So if they’re going to hire a carpet cleaner to clean the carpets (again –we just had it done a couple of weeks ago), there’s no point in my vacuuming since the carpet cleaning people will do a much better job. All I’m going to do now is to vacuum the tiled floors to minimize the cat hair and wipe out all the cupboards. The new owners are probably going to clean the house pretty thoroughly, especially if they’re allergic to my cats.
Last night my neighbor J threw me a barbeque to say goodbye (photos link to the right). I had thought that it was just going to be the neighbors, but I was very pleasantly surprised to see my mail carrier and good friend S (the one that had cheered me on at softball) show up as well! J had run into her at the post office that day as she was casing the mail for the rest of her route, and invited her to the bbq.
We had a great time at the bbq. At one point Grace decided that we all needed to wear these cones used to practice soccer skills as hats. Then J’s husband started quoting lines from The Coneheads, which cracked us all up.
Today we’ll finish the packing. We had two awesome female packers yesterday — one’s 20 and one’s 23, and they are amazingly efficient, and they know how to get the job done quickly. They’re damn good at it too! But we also had an older guy as well, probably between 40 and 60 years old. All he does is whine about how much stuff we have. Granted, he’s got the worst job since he’s got the garage to pack, but it’s his job to pack us. He’s getting paid. Quit yer belly-achin’.
He found some packing peanuts spilled out of a bag in the corner of the garage, and now this man has managed to strew them all over the garage floor instead of containing them in the corner, giving me a huge mess to clean up once he’s finished today.
Plus he smokes, and he finds it necessary to take ninety kabillion smoke breaks throughout the day. The girls smoke too, but they took three smoke breaks over the course of a long seven-hour pack-out, as well as a lunch break.
I have plans on writing up a glowing recommendation for the girls we have and just not saying a word about the man. He’s not terrible, so he doesn’t merit a nasty-gram, but he’s just not as good as the girls. And I think the girls are doing such a great job that they deserve a great write-up.
Now I’m off to do one last load of laundry (our sheets and the clothes we’ve worn the last two days) and to prepare for this last day of packing. Tonight begins our stay away from home. Our friend has opened her house up to us for the next two nights, and then on Saturday we commence our drive across country.
My internet access will be erratic from this point on. My friend has wireless, but I don’t know if we’ll be able to access it or if we need a password. I should think that most of our motels on our drive will have wireless, so I should continue to update almost every night.
I’m so excited to start the drive. I just wish the moving part was over with already!