June 5: Where Do I Begin to Tell the Story....

Crazy is a word that seems to describe the last few weeks.  We were in Rapid City helping Dad make decisions about what to keep and what to sell before moving across the state to live with us.  Then we came home and worked on our own moving in process which included building shelves to help store the other accumulations of our joined households.  That means ONE garage is fairly well organized and cleaned up.  In a few months, one corner will be turned into a work out area, but for now, we feel that we are still managing to get quite a workout every single day.

On Friday night our daughter and family came for a visit.  What a FUN weekend.  We played number bingo, went to the zoo, watches some very talented dancers including our niece, Isabella, ate Oreos, found the perfect prizes at my sister Wendy consignment shop, visited with my family members, ate Sunday brunch with friends, and just plan had fun.  Even the fact that water poured down inside the walls below the jet tub on Sunday did not take anything away from our fun.  It is good to be back with family even though I can honestly say that our year in Vermont was tremendously good for us.

Sunday afternoon things started to get crazy again.  Dad did sell his house and the realtor was told the people wanted to move in on June 13 or 14.  How does that when we aren't even there to work on finishing up the move out and holding a yard sale until the end of next week?  We started rearranging our schedules and planning for a much earlier blast off.  Sam is on standby once again and will be watching over the house so life can take these twists and turns. 

That being said, Dad's realtor called this afternoon and said that it was an error on the part of other the realtor.  The closing is JULY 13-14.  Heavy sigh of relief --- we can accomplish everything without pushing ourselves to exhaustion every evening.

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Now let me tell you the saga of the jet tub.....We have used the shower part of this tub since we moved in, but on Sunday, the grandkids were going to be treated to a fun swim in the big tub while we were gone.    Suffice it to say that the water did not stay in the tub and the kids will probably never want to do such a thing again.  The water ended up downstairs in the empty closet and bedroom that will be Dad's.  That was a break.  Also the water travelled between the walls and did not damage the sheetrock.  The carpets are now very clean and almost dry, and we are the new owners of a carpet cleaner.  Poor Jamie and Wayne were not certain how we would react when we arrived home to every single towel in the house being soaked. All their luggage was packed and by the front door ready to roll.  We are just thankful that the tub did not fall through the floor and nobody was physically hurt - Zoe and Henry may never bath at our house again, but that is another story.

Wayne did a super job of cleaning the floors in the laundry room --- moved the washer and dryer and all the dust bunnies and cat litter that was under the machines.  That is what a great son-in-law does, right?  The reward for that was time at the park and SDSU ice cream before hugging them all goodbye and sending them on their way.

Point of interest..............We have a home warranty that is supposed to cover the jet tub, but we are still trying to negotiate things.  As Kevin said, it is part of home ownership, albeit not the really fun part 

Even so.....Life is GOOD!