A real first night
An exciting day, here. We spent our first night in the new house, getting used to the different sights and sounds. Quiet, except for the intermittent sump pump; when you’ve spent thirty years without one, it has novelty value. When you need one, it must be one of the world’s more satisfying sounds.
Part of our responsibility was to do a “walk through”, looking for minor flaws so that things can be patched up before we actually take possession. Nothing major noted. The rooms are as we expected, and the floor tiling is so much better than cheap carpets.
I put in all of my newfangled LED bulbs; need more, but that can wait. After lunch pangs set in, we headed on down the road. Some bureaucratic details, first. Garbage pickup, mail delivery, etc. Finally we won’t bother “planting” a mailbox out across the road. Instead, another (familiar) SuperBox cubicle over beside the local store. Locked away junk mail.
A new house requires a small fortune in startup stuff; cleaning supplies, an upgraded set of taps for the kitchen, some miscellaneous clamps, a step-up ladder, some of those tiny brackets used to hold shelves up inside cupboards, a floor mat to keep mud season under control. All in and in use.
One of the neighbours stopped by, as I prepared to drive the number stake into place out by the road. She had already heard we were coming into the neighbourhood. After all, this is the Island…
The blog site is temporarily offline; I’ve added to the support ticket (FTP on a tablet is unusual) and I’ll post when I can. Life while “on the road” isn’t as simple as when I’m at home in my own chair. We could use a couple of chairs in here, in passing.
