Monday, May 26, 2008

Poor Cliff

We are officially moved, but Cliff's work has only just started. The poor man deserves a medal for all he's done. For instance: The trailer house came equipped with a refrigerator and range. However, the refrigerator was too small to suit me, and the range didn't have a timer. I can't cook without a timer... I go off doing something else and burn everything. Also, it was old enough that it used pilot lights. With the current price of propane, I wasn't fond of having three small open flames burning expensive fuel twenty-four hours a day.

So Cliff and I switched these appliances from one house to the other. That in itself wasn't an easy task, getting them through doors that were barely big enough to squeeze through. Then the kitchen range fittings on the two stoves were different, even though they're both propane stoves. Cliff had an awful time making the stove I already had work here.

I still have piles of stuff here and there, and I seem to spend half my time looking for stuff. I'll go in a room to get something, see something that needs doing, start on that, and totally forget what I was originally doing.

Cliff's job has only begun. There's skirting, and dirt-work, and so much more.

His sister, Charlene, and her husband were in the area yesterday; they brought pizza for supper, which was much appreciated. We all had a great, relaxing visit.

I know this is a lot of rambling, but that's about all I can muster at this point.

2 comments:

Becky said...

Wagon load by wagon load...whew! You must be totally pooped! Glad to hear you are mostly settled.

Biker Betty said...

Hi Donna,
Thanks so much for your comments on my blog. It funny, we bought a new (to us) home in early March. It is a fixer-upper and I really feel for my husband. Bill has been awesome with all his work.

He did all the wood and tile floors. We hired out for the carpet. He did most of the painting of all the ceilings on the main and 2nd floors and most of the walls. Our eldest son and myself did help with some of the walls. Bill did so much of this while working at his full-time job of 11 hours a day.

Now we have to put in the time to get the other house clean, fixed up some and on the market, sigh. I will be so glad when it's over.

We are still moving odds & ends over from the other house in small loads. I'm a pack rat and it's currently haunting me, lol.

Good luck with your new home,
Betty :)