Monday, December 3, 2012
Chapter 2 - the rental house.
Today we moved into our new rental house. It is nice - it has new paint, appliances, carpet, and people living in it. Elvis approves.
He has not gone too far away from us and has explored every inch of this place. His nose is working overtime sniffing everywhere. I think he is happy.
It is our first night in the new rental house. The furniture rental company brought the furniture today. This house is furnished in "Hotel Contemporary". Lori and I both said it is like living in a oversized hotel room. The couches are new, as is all of the other furniture and kitchen utensils. The pillows, sheets, comforters, towels and dishrags are new too. I made a microwave dinner tonight after basketball practice and used a new plate. I don't really like it because it seems thin and not what I am used to.
We got both cars in the garage. I am used to a three-car garage and the extra room it affords me to park Brown Thunder. A two car garage is a bit tighter and a new challenge to get Lori's minivan in there too. Our cars are parked on different sides! Since we have been married and had a garage my car has gone on the left. The van won't fit on the right side. It's funny what you get used to: I could park my car in the garage without thinking about how close I was to hitting the junk I had piled up in the garage. It was a habit. Now I have to stop and get out to be sure I am not hitting the workbench the people who lived here before had installed. Interesting.
The girls are wasting no time making their rooms their own. Posters, blankets and clothes on the floor make their room cozy. I am waiting to hear the report on how the beds sleep and the strange noises affect them. We can hear I-65 clearly here in the bedrooms. If I can get used to the Greenwood Airport sending planes over my house at all hours, I can get used to traffic noise and engine braking. It truly sounds like a hotel on the side of the interstate.
I can't believe we are living in this "oversized hotel". I still think I live on Fieldfare and made two references to the house in class today. I am not trying to joke about not living there but it seems that my mind has not adjusted as of yet. We'll see.
I notice when I look at the stats for this blog that there are hits coming from countries outside the States. If you are reading this and you are not from around here, please contact me and tell me how you found this and who you are. I am fascinated that this silly blog thing is being read at all much less in other countries.
Not to get all preachy, but I wish all reading this a great Advent. Look around and count your blessings. They are there if we look for them in common places. Take a minute and look for the blessings you have and give thanks this Advent. After that, try to be a blessing to someone else.
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Hi, I'm Sally I'm in the UK and probably 1 of the anomalies on your map of who is reading this blog. I came across it on a bulletin board, followed a link. Your story is so interesting that I kept the link.
ReplyDeleteI do feel for the trauma you and your family are going through, and was very pleased when Elvis was rescued.
I love the red door! We've been praying for your family and your neighbors...felt the blast that night (we live by Nativity...so kinda out there) and were very worried about what might have happened; we also have Roncalli/St. Jude/South Deanery connections. So glad you found Elvis, too (mostly because I'm a crazy cat lady). Best wishes to your family.
ReplyDeleteMy friend suggested me to visit your blog. Very well explained. Thanks for the write up! This is really some great stuff here! I will visit here very often.
ReplyDeleteNo one would pass up the opportunity to live in an “oversized hotel.” For a rental house, you’re fortunate for getting it with new paint and appliances. Anyway, I was just looking through some stories about rental houses when I found your blog. I hope to hear more stories of how your family is enjoying your new place. =)
ReplyDeleteRegards,
Von Madison