Good morning everyone!! I’m alive, I’m well, Rajah has settled in nicely, and the weather is beautiful in sunshiney Florida I’m surrounded by full boxes and packing debris. I’m wearing the same pair of shorts over and over again (I *have* unpacked the laundry detergent). I spent a half hour searching for a metal pan so I could bring brownies to the party next door (it was in a box labeled GLASS; thanks, packers, that was helpful). Unpacking our lives in a one-level house is quite different than our settled Kitty Den on the second floor!
Top five things I’ve discovered so far:
5. There ARE such things as Stepford Wives! Holy Cow!! The nice woman next door had a purse party and a whole handful of women there fit the profile. You know what I mean? Very skinny, bleached blond, perfectly made up, perfectly groomed women talking of how much they spoil their children and how their husbands constantly irritate them by playing X-Box, not putting away their dishes or being generally untidy. Is this what I’m supposed to be in five years??? The hair’s gonna look awfully weird on me, if so.
4. Neighbors are MUCH different in an actual neighborhood than an apartment building. We lived in the Kitty Den for two years; at no point did we know any of our neighbors by name or take a step through their doorways. We’ve been here exactly a week and I’ve already met the neighbors on both sides (both of whom offered to answer questions or loan cups of sugar, etc.) as well as the next two houses to the right and one more house to the left. I already attended a party thrown by one neighbor and Mike met the baby and puppy of another neighbor down the street. It’s very friendly, but it’s also strange and kind of intimidating. Perhaps I’ll manage to keep the Raj Mahal tidier than we kept the Kitty Den, if I think that folks might wander through on a random basis.
3. It’s mind-blowing (to this newbie) how much work it takes to set up a house. I mean, unpacking and stuff, that’s expected. And turning on electricity and water. But you add on the home owner’s association, the person connecting the phone line and internet, the person installing Direct TV, the handyman examining the attic access and roof shingles, the Direct TV guy coming BACK to install something else he should have done the first trip, calling the security company to have them reset the system to your new phone line, being home when the new grill is delivered (YAY!!!), the pest company coming to transfer the termite bond, learning how to work the irrigation system . . . yeah. I hadn’t used my iPhone calendar one TENTH as much as I did this month.
2. Tiles are a big change from carpet. (Especially carpet in an apartment that was down the entire hallway from the elevator; all rain and mud was generally tracked off by the point of entry.) We scrubbed the whole place before the furniture arrived from MA, but with all the comings and goings (and construction projects and unpacking) it’s getting a little gritty underfoot. I have both a broom and a mop, but I’m having to negotiate around boxes and barricades of junk and it’s difficult. ENTIRELY worth it, however, from watching Rajah skid out; he tried to turn a corner too quickly and slammed DIRECTLY into a cardbox box at full speed. We laughed so hard I nearly peed myself.
And the number one thing I’ve discovered since becoming a home owner:
1. Crab grass is the Devil’s pubic hair.
Happy Monday, guys!!