Last week and this next week will be filled with moving. I am so sick of moving. In preparation for moving to Oaxaca, we have sold three houses in 18 months, moved 4 times, staged 2 of the three houses, which means stuff in and, sometimes, out of storage, and more cleaning and scrubbing, painting and curtain hanging that a normal-ish person would do in a lifetime. I have lived in boxes, in limbo, for way too long.
Interesting, Ralph and I are stressed about such different things. Ralph about actually living here, me about getting Ralph to understand that we need furniture. We decided to not move the majority of our furniture here, as the cost to ship was about the same as it will cost us to replace.
(Let's take a moment here to talk about the word replace. Finding a sofa in this town that is not one of those overstuffed things that scream "bachelor pad" is like finding a needle in a haystack. Same for chairs. Small side tables - no such thing. I may toss in the towel and buy an 80 inch TV - you can get one of these at the grocery store - and really bad furniture and call it "guy chic", but not for another week!)
The apartments here do not come with a fridge or a stove, actually no hard appliances at all. You cannot buy a dishwasher here, by the way. Takes employment away from someone. It is also common to take your laundry out to have it done for you. Inexpensive, but not a lot of customization options, like if you want your pants shrunk, they can do that in a snap. Hang something to dry? Use soap? Nope, not a chance.
Now, at home when one orders appliances, you are given an inconvenient delivery time that spans the entire day. Someone either has to work from home or take the day off. And if you are lucky, and the stars collide, nothing goes wrong and the appliances are delivered, and they fit, and the delivery persons take the garbage away.
Ha, ha, ha. Right. I ordered appliances on Thursday. After the fiasco of ordering them (this deserves its own post, but in short, sales kids who know nothing about their products, a cashier who doesn't believe I live where I live, and Mastercard who block the international transaction, todo en espagnol, por favor) the cashier lady says they will be delivered on Sunday the 9th, between 11 and 4:30. The 9th? Sunday? Really? Yes she insists, the 9th!
Well guess what? No appliances.
What are the chances my mattresses will be delivered on "Wednesday or Thursday" and that they will call me 1 day before delivery?
Start the laugh track now.
Interesting, Ralph and I are stressed about such different things. Ralph about actually living here, me about getting Ralph to understand that we need furniture. We decided to not move the majority of our furniture here, as the cost to ship was about the same as it will cost us to replace.
(Let's take a moment here to talk about the word replace. Finding a sofa in this town that is not one of those overstuffed things that scream "bachelor pad" is like finding a needle in a haystack. Same for chairs. Small side tables - no such thing. I may toss in the towel and buy an 80 inch TV - you can get one of these at the grocery store - and really bad furniture and call it "guy chic", but not for another week!)
The apartments here do not come with a fridge or a stove, actually no hard appliances at all. You cannot buy a dishwasher here, by the way. Takes employment away from someone. It is also common to take your laundry out to have it done for you. Inexpensive, but not a lot of customization options, like if you want your pants shrunk, they can do that in a snap. Hang something to dry? Use soap? Nope, not a chance.
Now, at home when one orders appliances, you are given an inconvenient delivery time that spans the entire day. Someone either has to work from home or take the day off. And if you are lucky, and the stars collide, nothing goes wrong and the appliances are delivered, and they fit, and the delivery persons take the garbage away.
Ha, ha, ha. Right. I ordered appliances on Thursday. After the fiasco of ordering them (this deserves its own post, but in short, sales kids who know nothing about their products, a cashier who doesn't believe I live where I live, and Mastercard who block the international transaction, todo en espagnol, por favor) the cashier lady says they will be delivered on Sunday the 9th, between 11 and 4:30. The 9th? Sunday? Really? Yes she insists, the 9th!
Well guess what? No appliances.
What are the chances my mattresses will be delivered on "Wednesday or Thursday" and that they will call me 1 day before delivery?
Start the laugh track now.
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