Well, it has been a crazy/eventful last week and a half. This past weekend I had a wedding to attend in Tara, Canada, and I was also moving into our first home. In order to save a little cash, I decided to try and fly to Toronto (2.5 hours from Tara) with miles. Unfortunately, I couldn’t go direct, but I could get there if I wanted to stop over somewhere for a day or two. Apparantely, when flying on miles, you are allowed a stop over. Of course I first booked my stopover in Miami, but since my parents were on vacation, it didn’t make sense to go there, so I re-booked to meet them in North Carolina…specifically Raleigh-Durham at the Duke Washington Inn. This is a hotel we visited about 15 years ago when I was wee lad, and although I didn’t remember everything, I did remember the golf course and all the pine trees. Of course, we ended up playing two rounds (Wed. and Thurs.) and had an absolute great time, despite the high scores and high temperatures.
Afterwards we would normally go have some lunch, figure something out to do for the late afternoon, and then go have dinner. It was an absolutely great time.
After Raleigh, I flew to Toronto for Tim’s wedding on Friday. Unfortunately Kai didn’t arrive until midnight that Friday, and Tim’s wedding was 2.5 hours away, but in the end it was the best place for us to stay, seeing as we both had early flights out on Sunday. Tim’s wedding was great. Very relaxed and just an all around good time. Heck, Kai and I even got to practice our German with some people who had moved there from Germany. Of course, we also got to practice our Canadian accents as well.
Anyways, Congrats to Tim and Pilar!
Sunday morning my flight left at 6:30am (I arrived back to the hotel at 3:30am), so I was a little short on sleep. After a layover in Chicago, I finally got back to San Jose around 11:45am PST, and had to begin the process of packing up boxes for our move to our new home. After a couple hours of this, I went to the U-haul place to get a truck, and ended up getting the smallest one, as I thought we didn’t have that much stuff…geez, was I wrong! It ended up taking us two trips back and forth (20 miles each way) to get 95% of our stuff moved…there is still some things left in the old apartment. The first trip went smooth, but the second was a little more crazy. Apparantely our real estate agent had found us a free fridge for us to put in the garage, so all we had to do was go pick it up from another couple that was moving. Sounds easy right? WRONG! We get to the other couple’s house, and begin to try and get the fridge out the door…won’t fit. We take off the door…won’t fit. We take off the handles on the fridge door…won’t fit. We take off the doors of the fridge itself…finally squeezes through. So, now we’ve basically got a fridge, the door to the fridge, the handles to door of the fridge, the racks/trays from inside the fridge, a bunch of bolts and screws from the fridge, and finally a door to the house, all of which are now in separate locations. We roll out th fridge to the U-haul, and are literally in the middle of putting it in when the guy asks “So, did Helen tell you the price?” Of course, I laughed and said yes, assuming he was joking b/c it was free. WRONG AGAIN! Never assume. Apparantely the guy had wanted $100 for it, and was irate that we had done all of this thinking it was free…in his own words “Why would I give a fridge away for free?” Well, I didn’t have any money, so I said we’ll figure it out later (possession is 9/10ths right!
I never did find out where the mixup took place, but our agent called and said it was “free to us”, so in my mind that is good! Now I just have to piece together a 1000 parts to a fridge.
In the end, we are in our house, which is now full of boxes and miscellaneous things that I haven’t seen for 3 years. It’s as if Tazmanian Devil came roaring through. So, I guess you know what I am doing this weekend!