We continue to wrestle with all those little joys that make homeowning what it is.
The electricity in the bedroom blinked on and off all night. Now it is off. At several points during deep sleep, I was awakened to the overhead fan light not so gently nudging me awake. Now, when I want it on, no dice.
The washer continues to balk. It is brand new; there is little support for customers via the company, but I did send an email last night. AND I called the handyman, who is busy working on the realtor's new rental purchase. He held off to work on ours, thinking it would have been done long ago.
We still can't make the stove come on, so I am planning microwave and salad meals and those things I can make using a toaster oven since the new toaster oven has arrived.
R. is going to the old place to swab the floors thoroughly. Actually, he needs to rent a professional floor scrubber to get the place where the fridge used to be clean. He was able to dispose of that fridge through the electric company, which took it off our hands and gave us $50. The old place is now empty except for the old futon, which the guy cleaning out the place said he would take. Today sometime, R will give the keys back to the landlady. I'm glad to be shed of that.