It's beginning to look like Groundhog Day around here.
When we first moved in to the House in Town, the washing machine broke, in the middle of the spin cycle. We called our agency and the homeowner sent a guy out, who took a look, declared the belt shot, and ordered a part. He came back and installed it.
The day before Easter, as I was packing the kitchen, I smelled smoke. The washing machine, which was cleaning the last loads of laundry before the move, started making a weird noise. I went to look...
And smoke was billowing out of the machine. Clouds. We unplugged it, opened the lid, and it burped an enormous puff of foul-smelling air. Eric insisted that there were no flames, but listen, I have some experience here. Where there's smoke, there's fire, I said. We didn't, as it turned out, burn down, but I ended up finishing the laundry at MaryJane and Chris's during Easter dinner (thanks guys!) The same guy came out, took a look, declared the motor shot, and ordered the part.
Thursday was supposed to be moving day... except we didn't have a place to go. Our agency had a couple leads, but no contracts and so I had to call the movers and push them back to the following Tuesday. We went and saw both houses, and selected one. It was nice. It was new - builder owned, but backing to a highway and therefore difficult to sell. We got the contract, the keys, and on Saturday, convinced our cadets (thanks guys!) to help us load a UHaul with about half our stuff, and bring it over to the new place (House 5 in a year).
We went back Sunday to finish moving everything, and I mean everything - including clothes and food- that wasn't technically furniture.
In between the moves, there was a showing.
The potential buyers threw a fit.
Our stuff was in the house. Therefore, the house wasn't new. They couldn't conceptualize living there, because someone else had been in there (umm, perhaps you should build from a dirt start then, oh and make sure there's a port-o-john outside, because I promise you, ALL of the contractors used the toilets in this house before we got there).
On Sunday, about 10 minutes after we finished moving the last of our stuff and dropped the boys back at the Academy, the listing agent cancelled our contract. We had to get out.
I called my boss and took Monday off. Eric contracted with another UHaul. We were moving to the other house (House 6). We went over to the house, packed up what would fit in our two cars, and had a drink in the kitchen with our friends Steve, Krista, and Micah, who came over because they may have been a little worried about our sanity, given how anxious that we had been in the previous weeks already over moving and not actually having anywhere to move to...
the buyers are doing a complete gut job on this "mid-century rancher," we still made sure that it was cleaned top to bottom. Our agency checked us out of the house, made keys for the new place, and we were in.