Moving In

Murphy's Law is alive and well!

Yesterday, moments before I turned into the the parking lot of my new apartment I received a frantic call from the administrator. They had just inspected my apartment, the first one in my building to be renovated and it had to be shampooed! I would not be able to move furniture in until the next day. Not a problem, or so I thought. My furniture is not due to be moved in until Saturday.

However, everything I owned, otherwise, including my dog, was in the car and we had a heat advisory of 105 degrees for the next few days. They offered me the model apartment until mine was ready, so I hauled my computers and dog and dog bowls, as well as my perishable food up into the model. I put my little shopping cart together and prepared to settle in when I remembered that Comcast was set up to come between one and four and I had signed in blood saying I would be there. At quarter till one, the floors were finished. Not dry, but I could walk sock footed across them if I wanted to. They offered to let me shower, spend the night, even sleep in the bed in the model, but that felt kind of like sleeping in the windows at Macy's, so I hauled my computers and dog and dog bowls and perishable food down from the model and across the parking lot to my apartment.

Comcast couldn't find me, so I got to practice giving my first directions on how to find my apartment to the man I could barely hear on the telephone and then I went out to wait by my car, so I would see him as he drove in. Ten minutes turned into twenty and they weren't kidding about the heat index. Just before he arrived it occurred to me that I really should have a television in there for him to hook up and had to haul my little portable in. Well, it's my only tv right now, kind of funny looking with all the cords that do NOT attach to it, but it works and he hooked up a place for my computer, which I am glad to report I discovered also works.

Oh yes, I forgot to mention that the state of the art air conditioners for our building will not arrive until July 27th! So they had to hook up a little window one for me in the interim and it is huffing and puffing and killing itself to do its job in this heat. Last night I crawled up my daughter's steps and died on her couch, in her cool, cool living room and both Chauncey and I were so grateful! Today he went to the groomers and I came to finish unloading the car. It's been another horribly hot day, the construction guys across the hall gave up about two o'clock. That's about the time I finally finished and began to unpack things in here, only to discover there was no hot water, the shower rod would not stay up on the wall and I cannot work over my head for more than about thirty seconds with my injured shoulder. The fan and hood over the stove did not work and neither did the stove! I kept calling the office and getting a recording, so I finally walked over there and came back with the head maintenance man who must be at least seven feet tall!

He flipped a few circuit breakers and snapped the shower rod into place and screwed it in (eye level for him!) I got my computer up and running, washed some of the dishes I bought for here and am just about to go get Chauncey from the groomers. Life is good. Exhausting, but good!

I'm debating whether to sleep on the floor tonight, or set up my sister's blow up bed. It just depends on whether or not my energy returns before I crash!