Move-related things I have done so far:
The hall, foyer, and kitchen ceiling are all painted. However, the painter guy got a tiny bit of beige paint on the (otherwise white) ceiling in my living room. I’m going to have our realtor friend come check it out before I call him and demand that he come back to fix it. I spotted it about a half hour after he left, but Dave insists that he can’t see what I’m talking about. So I don’t know if I’m being obsessive, or if Dave is blind as a bat. I figure Renee can give an impartial tie-breaker vote.
I don’t know if I mentioned this, but during that nine-day power outage back in 2006? Yeah. At some point during my own personal hell, Dave put the generator just a weensy bit too close to the house. And part of the siding melted. I guess that’s what we get for having a plastic (well, vinyl) house. It wasn’t really his fault, most of the time when he went outside to mess with the generator, it was dark and he was working by flashlight. And God bless him for taking care of the generator so I didn’t have to. Anyway, the siding people came back and replaced the melty part, so it’s all pretty again.
I’ve gotten estimates from two different moving companies as to how much it’ll cost us to move to North Carolina. I have another guy coming out tomorrow to give me a third estimate.
We bought a new microwave and range, which were delivered yesterday. They’re both stainless steel, shiny, and oh-so-pretty. I don’t miss our old handle-less white appliances one bit.
I’ve gutted my closet of all the clothes that I’m going to give to charity. I’d like to do Dave’s side of the closet too, since I pretty well know all of the things that he never wears anymore, but he won’t let me. Hmph. (Btw, all of my maternity clothes have been boxed up and put in the guest room closet. I may need them again someday, so I’m not getting rid of them just yet.)
I met with a house cleaner, who specializes in move-out cleaning, to get an estimate for giving our house a very thorough scrub-down before we put it on the market. (Surprisingly cheaper than I thought it would be.)
I scheduled an appointment on Thursday afternoon for Dave and me to go see about getting new kitchen counters. That should be fun.
Our realtor friend and her husband are coming over this weekend to help us with some of our yard work. They have a power-washer, so they can scrub down the siding and the deck. And Renee volunteered to do our front flower bed for us. I’m guessing the real estate market must be really slow for her to be so desperate to help us sell our house, but I certainly won’t object to having the help.
So, those are the items on my “have-done” list. There are probably at least dozen things that are still on the “to-do” list, and I won’t bore you with them. The only one on the list that kind of bums me out is we’ve decided that we’re going to sell my car since the money will be a pretty significant chunk toward our moving costs, and it’s pretty expensive to move a car cross-country. It’s rare that Dave and I both need our cars at the same time, so we should be fine sharing, until we get settled and can buy a second car.
It’s just that I’ll be really sad to let it go, since it was the first car that I ever bought new. And I bought it all by myself, I went to the dealership and haggled with the salesman all on my own. But, you know, time to move on. If Dave sticks to this idea he has in his head of us eventually having three kids, I’d have to get rid of it anyway, since it would be way too small. It just feels weird to sell it since my family historically does not sell cars that are still running. We drive them until the engines fall out. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with this car, it’s been virtually perfect for the 6 1/2 years that I’ve had it.
So hey, if you or anyone you know wants to buy a 2002 Subaru Outback Sport, drop me an email.
Hey, seriously, what options do you have? Email me, DH is asking….
You’re so funny, I wasn’t actually expecting anyone to respond to that. But check your email, I sent over all the info to you & G.
We have an extra pickup truck you can use for as long as you want to after you’ve moved. It is old, it’s a stick-shift, and it’s not appropriate for carrying kids around, but it is all yours for as long as you need a second vehicle (actually, it is all Dave’s since I’m guessing he’s gonna have to fork over his car when you need to tote the tot).
I’m so excited I am doing the happy chair dance.
Well, that’s good to know. And yes, it’d definitely be Dave’s, since I don’t know how to drive a stick. (Appalling, I know, I just never learned.)
You think I was actually gonna *let* you throw out my Twede Jacket??