Today we moved into our new house. Well, we moved in along with some of our clothes. It doesn’t exactly look or feel like home without our stuff, but it is way better than a hotel room.
Kaitlyn seems to love her back yard. She also loves having a donkey living across the street. She likes to go out and look for it and yell out I’ll save you, honkey! Good thing the donkey isn’t noisy at night. I guess tomorrow we’ll find out how early he wakes up.
Our big adventure today was to go buy a washer and dryer. At home, we pained over it. Spent months researching it. Read Consumer Reports, read internet bulletin boards, memorized the rotations per second that the drum spins on its high cycle. (well, one of us did. The other said I like the black ones) Here, we went in, looked at the prices, let the saleswoman tell us which one was better and presto we’re the proud owners of a matching set of French washer/dryer. It is being delivered on Friday. Not a minute too soon, with such a small capacity it will take me days to catch up on the last week’s worth of dirty clothes.
While at Darty, the appliance store, we went ahead and bought a vacuum, coffee maker, iron and hair dryer. Again, pretty much what the saleswoman pointed to, we bought. Except when I was checking out coffee makers. I said I wanted something simple, no need to make cappucinno. She showed me a little two cup pot… all I could imagine was my Dad when he comes to visit spending even MORE of his time making coffee. So, Dad, we got the 12 cup pot. Easier to use than the one at home, too.
Allegedly we now have phone service at the house. We don’t know our number. No one gave it to us. And we don’t have the right kind of adapter to even plug in a phone to see if it really works. It is hard not to be able to call anyone. And it apparently takes another 10 days or so for the internet to work. That’s a lot of catching up on e-mail and on For Better or For Worse.
We did have an adventure without leaving the house. I decided to cook dinner. Decided to keep it simple. Had some frozen chicken cordon bleu from the grocery store, boil in the bag rice (Uncle Ben’s even) and a can of green beans. Sounds so easy. First, I had to figure out the cooking directions on the package. That wasn’t so hard 200 degrees for 10 minutes. Then I had to figure out how to turn on the oven. The owner of this house bought the most darn confusing appliances I’ve ever seen. The oven and the dishwasher are nearly impossible to decipher. Finally I got the oven to turn on. I tried to look up what the digital read out was telling me but the words weren’t in my French-English dictionary. Not promising. The thing beeped, I declared it pre-heated and stuck the chicken in there. So far, so good. Until we went to get it out. The rental furniture includes cookware but no hot pads. We had to use some of Bill’s undershirts all crinckled up to shield against the heat. Hot pads are now on our shopping list. I also couldn’t figure out the microwave. After messing with it, I’m not even so sure that the microwave we thought was a second microwave is a microwave at all. It is going to take a long time with the owners manuals and the dictionary to figure all this out. Oh, how was dinner? Not bad, really. Not bad at all.