05-22-2019, 04:28 PM
The Update post
As the Queen stated, she caught the Fergus. Easy as pie. At first I thought it was going to be a long slog since he didn't pop up when we pulled into the driveway. It did feel weird parking in the driveway since it was no longer our house. Even the package on the porch was addressed to someone else.
So, nine hours of driving to rescue a cat who probably didn't want or need to be rescued.
Thursday was also to be the drop off day for our third storage UNIT. I told them we would be unavailable due to cat capture. Originally they told me Saturday which is why I thought it was safe to do the cat run on Thursday. They rescheduled it for Friday.
Thursday was also to be the delivery of the replacement refrigerator for our stolen refrigerator. To recap, the homeowners sold the refrigerator in the house after saying they were leaving it. They left the garage refrigerator in its place. The realtors knowing they had erred bought us a new fridge.
There was back and forth between me and Leslie about delivery of the fridge. Since it was raining, they needed to tarp it. Or they could come Friday when we would be there. Many, many options.
We returned from the cat capture to find a trailer in the driveway with the refrigerator on it. Okay. I called Leslie. They were going to come over and put it in the house. They were also going to leave the garage fridge with us. Which is okay, since the Queen likes the idea of having a garage fridge for overflow. It could come in handy since we live so far from a market.
Leslie and her fiancee and her fiancee's father show up to get the fridge off the trailer and into the house. First kerfuffle: the dolly they brought has a flat tire. My compressors are still buried in the garage. I can't help them. But I do have a tragically small dolly that we opt to use.
There is a lot of negotiation and shifting to get the fridge across the backyard mud flats to the door. Lots of groaning to get it into the house using the little tiny dolley.
The Queen and I are very excited by the arrival of the fridge. It's the last point of contact we will have to have with our realtors. I won't be too sorry to see them go.
As Garrett, Leslie's fiancee and co-real estate agent, unboxes the refrigerator, he notices a giant dent in the top of refrigerator. Something heavy must have fallen on the top edge of the refrigerator. It's on the left side. The exposed to the kitchen side. If it was on the other side, no one would ever have to see it and I would have called it a day. But, no.
Our real estate agents suggest just putting it in until we get a replacement. I suggest no. I'm not moving the food from the fridge to the fridge only to move it into a third fridge at some later date. Leslie called her boss. Her boss calls whoever sold them the replacement fridge. There is lots of silence from that end. They delivered it and nothing was said at the time. How do they know we didn't damage it in installing it?
The replacement fridge is moved out to the back patio. It will stay there blocking the view for the foreseeable future. Leslie tells me she will get back to me tomorrow with a game plan regarding the replacement fridge. Maybe they can fix it?
This means I'm still involved with my real estate agents until this is resolved.
As the Queen stated, she caught the Fergus. Easy as pie. At first I thought it was going to be a long slog since he didn't pop up when we pulled into the driveway. It did feel weird parking in the driveway since it was no longer our house. Even the package on the porch was addressed to someone else.
So, nine hours of driving to rescue a cat who probably didn't want or need to be rescued.
Thursday was also to be the drop off day for our third storage UNIT. I told them we would be unavailable due to cat capture. Originally they told me Saturday which is why I thought it was safe to do the cat run on Thursday. They rescheduled it for Friday.
Thursday was also to be the delivery of the replacement refrigerator for our stolen refrigerator. To recap, the homeowners sold the refrigerator in the house after saying they were leaving it. They left the garage refrigerator in its place. The realtors knowing they had erred bought us a new fridge.
There was back and forth between me and Leslie about delivery of the fridge. Since it was raining, they needed to tarp it. Or they could come Friday when we would be there. Many, many options.
We returned from the cat capture to find a trailer in the driveway with the refrigerator on it. Okay. I called Leslie. They were going to come over and put it in the house. They were also going to leave the garage fridge with us. Which is okay, since the Queen likes the idea of having a garage fridge for overflow. It could come in handy since we live so far from a market.
Leslie and her fiancee and her fiancee's father show up to get the fridge off the trailer and into the house. First kerfuffle: the dolly they brought has a flat tire. My compressors are still buried in the garage. I can't help them. But I do have a tragically small dolly that we opt to use.
There is a lot of negotiation and shifting to get the fridge across the backyard mud flats to the door. Lots of groaning to get it into the house using the little tiny dolley.
The Queen and I are very excited by the arrival of the fridge. It's the last point of contact we will have to have with our realtors. I won't be too sorry to see them go.
As Garrett, Leslie's fiancee and co-real estate agent, unboxes the refrigerator, he notices a giant dent in the top of refrigerator. Something heavy must have fallen on the top edge of the refrigerator. It's on the left side. The exposed to the kitchen side. If it was on the other side, no one would ever have to see it and I would have called it a day. But, no.
Our real estate agents suggest just putting it in until we get a replacement. I suggest no. I'm not moving the food from the fridge to the fridge only to move it into a third fridge at some later date. Leslie called her boss. Her boss calls whoever sold them the replacement fridge. There is lots of silence from that end. They delivered it and nothing was said at the time. How do they know we didn't damage it in installing it?
The replacement fridge is moved out to the back patio. It will stay there blocking the view for the foreseeable future. Leslie tells me she will get back to me tomorrow with a game plan regarding the replacement fridge. Maybe they can fix it?
This means I'm still involved with my real estate agents until this is resolved.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm