Just a little mish mash to fill you in, might still be a week or two before I can get back to our regularly scheduled programming.
1. All the stuff is moved out of the Vinyl Village. When I called to hire the movers, I explained that everything from the house needed to be moved to two different places–a one bedroom apartment, and a townhouse. Miss Genius entered the job as a “one bedroom move.” I thought her estimate was delightfully low, but didn’t question it because I figured she had been moving stuff a lot longer than I had. So, our movers arrived a bit before noon expecting to whisk one bedrooms worth of furniture out to find a garage packed full of boxes and a house full of a lot more than one bedroom’s worth of furniture. But, to their credit, they never complained, didn’t break, scratch, or dent a single thing and never even scowled despite the fact that their estimated four hour Saturday afternoon took eight.
2. I still own the damned house in the Vinyl Village though. It was supposed to close last Monday. Then, last Wednesday. Then, next Friday. Apparently, the folks who bought my house sold their old abode to folks getting their mortgage from the USDA (who knew they did more than certify beef?) and the USDA is backed up on underwriting and processing. I was delighted a few days ago to have the closing moved UP to this Thursday. The delay has caused unnecessary worry…but as long as the check clears, I’m good and the USDA is forgiven.
3. And speaking of gubment fuggups…let me just tell you about the time I had trying to renew the license on my car. As much as I trade cars, I have never traded so early in the year that the license plate was near renewal. So when the county the house sat in sent me a tax bill on my OLD car, I assumed I wouldn’t have to pay property taxes on the new one until next year. So I sent off my check and waited for the renewed registration. Instead, I get a letter from the DMV saying that I need to pay taxes on the NEW car. Fine. I call the county, explain the situation, and am told that I have to come in PERSONALLY to have them process a credit from one car to the next. Can’t do it online, can’t do it on the phone, can’t do it by fax. It is still beyond me why, but there it is. So I have to drive an hour away to the county seat, pay the taxes, and am then told that they will NOT send the current paid tax bill to the DMV, I am on my own. So I have to go to the DMV next. Ever been to the DMV? I am convinced that the DMV office doubles as the Green Room for the Jerry Springer show. Before I walked in, a full set of teeth could not have been found among all thirty people waiting there.
That very morning I had logged onto the DMV’s website and changed my address from the house in the vinyl village to my new residence, which is in a different county. This caused much confusion among the dim witted clerks of the DMV. They wanted me to go back to County One, get a refund, and then go to County Two (which has MUCH higher taxes) and pay them there. I explained the whole situation…that these damned taxes had been paid nigh on two months ago before I even had an offer on my house in County One, and at any rate I still owned it and so there was no reason they shouldn’t just let me pay taxes in that county. This went over her head. Her supervisor had to be called to the desk. I had to tell the whole story again. Miss Supervisor changed my address BACK to the house in County One, issued a registration, and then told me to change it again online to the new house.
4. So I’ve spent the past week getting my new place in order. Still working on that. I have an obscene amount of “stuff”. Finding a place to put it all is a challenge. I have plenty of space, but how best to organize and display it is lost on me sometimes. But its getting there!