It was a long, long drive from New York to Maine stopping at almost every rest stop to take a break but we finally got here, did a few circles, found the house, threw down the futons, grabbed a bedspread and crashed. I didn’t even bother with finding the box with my PJs in it.
The next morning we didn’t want to go through the entire truck so we decided to find a place with a cup of coffee. Who cares if we didn’t brush our teeth? Although I thought I knew where the house was we still had to make a few circles to get to the main street. We skipped the cafes and went up the street to get a cup of coffee and dog food, and up the street, and up the street, and up the street. Finally finding a little gas mart we got what we needed and came back and circled and circled and circled until we found the house. I think there must be something the matter with the map that I have.
Right on schedule the unloading crew came. A very nice pair of young men. One had a baby that I offered to buy but was turned down. It only took a few hours to fill up the house will maybe a few to many things and off they went to another job. You have to give these guys credit because you know that their backs are going to be way bad when they get older. After that, the computer hook up people were here and got that taken care of.
Then came the “finding out which room things go into” game and after we were exhausted we decided to get some groceries. Oops, too late, everything was closed so it was tuna sandwiches and potato chips. Nothing wrong with that. Since the bed was up, at least we didn’t have to sleep on the floor. The only problem was that the mattress was a spring mattress and with two people and four dogs in a strange house it was …… well……. strange.
Monday morning my hubby decided to crack the whip and we really unpacked some boxes, moving the ones for sale to the cellar. In the evening we decided that we were hungry. Surprise! So, circling around several times to find the main road we remembered that restaurants are closed here on Monday. After another half hour of circling around to find the house we found something to eat and crashed again.
The next morning hubby had to return the truck and then I had to take him to the car rental to pick up a car. After circling around to find the main road we got lost going to both places but finally he was off. I realized that I forgot my purse to went directly home. Was I tired or what? I then hit the sack.
This morning, after listing all the things I found wrong with the house, the owner (?) came over and is still working on them. He is another nice person and works hard. Meanwhile I am unpacking and wondering why the heck I brought so much stuff. Since there are no curtains on the bedroom windows and the room is small the dogs are mesmerized by all the people walking their dogs by the window. I have a feeling there is a little curiosity in the neighbors about this person that circles their neighborhood once or twice a day!
So, more unpacking while I wait for him to finish so that I can finally get some groceries! Again, thank you to my hubby for all the help he gave me. Had it not been for him and my friend here in Maine I would have had no help at all.
Now…to take care of the dead battery on my car (I still have no groceries) by pulling the name of a garage out of a hat!