March 31, 1999
It's such an interesting word, but we've now closed on the house and it's all done. The papers are all signed, the intricate puzzle of timing has worked out and everything is in its place. There are a ton of things that still need to be done, but a major portion has been done and a major stage has been finished. The house is really ours, now, and there are no more obstacles to actually getting into the house and moving all that Stuff of ours into the place.
It started as something really a lot more complex than I'd thought it could be as the seller had their house contingent on getting the money from the sale to us. So they had their closing set for a later time than ours, but didn't want to get out of their house until they knew that they were going to actually close and be able to close on their upcoming house. So it was all very confusing for a while as we really didn't want to close on the house until they'd moved out. The problem is that there are all kinds of small damage that can happen when someone is moving out, which we knew in spades from our house. As it was, though, they did a good job and got out of there pretty cleanly, though there were the big dust bunnies everywhere. The carpet guys got those really well.
That was our real drop deadline, that they had to be out of there for the carpet cleaners to do their stuff.
So the first thing that we had to do was at 8 a.m. in the morning, we had to get out to the house, which is quite the feat for me, especially since I'm still on West Coast time and Mountain Time is a whole hour earlier for my body, still. John says that we've been on Mountain time for several days already, but that's just clock time. My head and body still don't want to start that early and really just get going late in the evening, which can be a real pain, sometimes.
Anyway, we got out there, only to find a huge Graebel truck parked in front. It turned out to be Umit! He'd gotten in early to check the place out, be sure that we were still on for the morning, and then go somewhere and rest. He'd had an awful bout of the flu while shipping our stuff, something that had made the driving no fun at all. He had even gone home to San Francisco and pretty much slept for two days straight; and hadn't gotten to interact with his family at all. But he was game and there, and early by a day, and a good thing too with the weather that was chasing him down. He left soon after talking with us, with a wave, and he went to a nearby truck stop to stay the night and see us in the morning. He was going to ask for an extra guy to help out with the unloading as he wasn't going to be able to do much moving himself. We sent him off with good wishes on getting better.
We went through the house yet again, and found everything to be in good shape and much as it was on the day we inspected it. The owner said that the inspector didn't have any imagination, and that there were several things that he'd missed that the owner had actually fixed in the meantime. Which was cool by me. The house looked okay, so we booked on over to where we thought the closing was going to be. It turned out to be the wrong place, and they sent us near the place it had been rumored to be before we discovered the place that the company really was, but under a completely different name. So, it was good that we went to the wrong place. We arrived to the signing nearly half an hour late; but they had spent the time having them sign the stuff that was relavent to them.
So we got through our stuff pretty fast. The closer congratulated us when all the papers were signed and that was that.
We went back to the hotel for the plants we'd brought in, and then waited around for a call-back from the man that had shipped the Range Rover. But he never called back. We called around for various things, including bank and checking account information. It was good to learn.
We then zoomed out to the house, via Newot and Abo's pizza. Yum. We arrived a few minutes before the carpet cleaners and while the movers were getting the last things out of the house. The cleaners could start with the upstairs as the guys were done with that, and they said that they'd be out with the last load soonest. We left them to it and went off to do a little banking.
First Bank is just about everywhere in the Boulder and Denver area, they aren't much outside Colorado, though, but in the area, they have free ATM access and free checking for the first year with no minimum balance, so we decided to go with them. Simple, quick and easy. The lady in the little branch in Erie was really friendly and the whole staff was wearing pink bunny ears for Easter coming up. That was really amusing, and mildly frightening. They were really fun, though, and the lady asked me about the hair, as her daughter was thinking about doing something like that. That was keen. It felt really good, as the folks were really friendly and it was just a laid back, tiny bank branch that seemed happy.
We walked Fezzik over to the Post Office, only to find that the windows were closed for lunch, which amused John greatly and we both liked that. It was a huge contrast to the badly pressured Redmond Post Offfice, where the workers look strained and the huge rush was during the lunch hour of the weekdays. We then wandered by the Chamber of Commerce and found out that Fezzik had to get his license from Weld County as our house was just outside the Erie city limits. Darn. Well, at least we'll get to see the County seat, wherever that is.
I realized that while John and I knew Boulder County pretty darned well, we knew nothing about Weld County, the county that we were actually making our home in. There are, likely, cities and even grocery stores that are much closer to the east than to the west; but we wouldn't know as all our focus has been in Boulder.
Anyway... the town was sunny, hot and quiet, reminded me a lot of Indiana summers, as the weather was in the 70's and it's only the end of March. It's going to get really hot.
Well, it's actually going to get really cold, first, as there's supposed to be a rain and snow storm blowing in tomorrow evening/afternoon. We'll see how much that affects things.
We wandered back after an hour and the rug cleaners were finishing up when we walked in and the old owner was there getting the last of the stuff he could find in the house. He got to talking with us about all the details of the house as the cleaner guys stowed their stuff and went away. I took off my shoes and socks and wandered through the house opening windows. The place was really humid with the liquid and the heat, and the windows got a breeze going pretty well.
Fezzik got to wander about while we wandered through the house doing things. He really loved the big yard and wandered through it happily, grazing on the grass, peeing on all the markers that the previous dog had left, and generally being a really, truly, happy dog to just get to ramble about and explore this big area. It was really well fenced, so I was just able to not worry about him. Eventually, he ended up in the garage, made a few forays into the house that were all greeted by yells, and eventually just lay on the cool concrete in the garage to watch all the going-ons.
We got to unload the van of everything in it, nearly. The plants went first, then all the boxes went either into the garage or into the house, with all the hazardous stuff in the boxes, that meant over half of them were just in the garage, and the rest into the house, either the bathroom or the kitchen. That was pretty interesting to realize.
John and I went to Eagle and bought a bunch of things to finish the house off with, and also did a little side excursion before getting to Eagle to a small appliance shop that did Maytag sales. They were tiny, cramped, and had all the models I wanted, i.e. the updated ones from the ones that we'd bought two years ago for the Redmond house. They were also really willing to make a sale, but not pushy and there was a young boy trying to help his parents out as well as a tiny, old dog sleeping in the sun on the carpet in the middle of the shop. Compared to the Eagle, they were tiny, old, and incredibly non-commercial; but after the prices checked out with Eagle's, we bought everything from the little store instead. A few of the things might take longer, but it really felt like they'd give us much better service.
The Eagle was scary, though, as the layout was almost exactly the same as the one in Issaquah. Nearly to the row and column and ad layouts of the the room examples. That was frightening. It was like we'd never left. We found everything easily as it was organized in exactly the same fashion and that was that.
We were then closer to the hotel than the house, so went back to the hotel, changed into warmer clothes as the evening promised coolness. Fezzik enjoyed sprawling for a bit, but we then bundled him back into the van as we went to Taj for Indian cuisine. The place had absolutely marvelous food, and we had the variety pack of yummy stuff, which had four different dishes, tandori chicken, tandori lamb, the papadans for appetizer, plenty of fresh, crisp, hot nan, jasmine rice, and a yummy dessert soaked in rose water. It was really good, not as hot as I've had Indian food be, but complex and delicious.
John said, "Well, I guess it won't matter as much if we can't get good seafood if we can get really good Indian food and Mexican food." I think he's right in some ways.
Then a quick trip to work, where we dropped of my Number One work box, as I'd brought it all that way due to a number of fragile things in it, including my teapot. And it was good to finally unload it and put it in the place it belonged. We then took a roundabout way out to the house, where we checked on the carpets and found them remarkably dry already. Just damp to the touch in the more hidden places, and the airflow through the house was pretty spectacular. So I think it will be okay for tomorrow.
Tonight we're going to just take it easy. I wrote this, got some Sleepy Time tea, and we dropped by Wild Oats after eating at Taj to get John some ginger beer and I got some wild flower honey in reusable containers. The honey storage container was mildly warm, to make the honey actually pour okay into the reusable containers that they had sitting there. I really liked that. And the container's mouth is big enough for a teaspoon, which is all I need anyway. Honey bears really do annoy me in the long run, as they hold too much for me to use before it crystalizes and they never really pour all that well. So the little plastic 8 oz. milk container was perfect.
Shower and sleep...