Monday

1) Den­tal clin­ic — closed for anoth­er week. Grrr.

2) Found clean­ing ser­vice and sched­uled extreme clean­ing ses­sion for Sat­ur­day Wednes­day morn­ing. We’re talk­ing san­i­tiz­ing damn near every­thing. From the list of what they do every vis­it, I do believe they’d sat­is­fy even shad­owkatt’s high­ly obses­sive neat-freak pater­nal grand­moth­er. (This would be the one who drove off my clean­ing ser­vice when Katie was­n’t quite two weeks old because she was hec­tor­ing them con­stant­ly about not doing things right.)

3) Made an appoint­ment to have the sep­tic tank cleaned out before move-in.

Still work­ing on:
–Get­ting a dia­gram of where the leach field runs from the county.
–Sched­ul­ing appoint­ment for satel­lite dish installer to come out
–Sched­ul­ing phone/DSL instal­la­tion if they need to get inside. We should know the new phone # tomorrow.
–Pick­ing up tem­po­rary win­dow cov­er­ings (“RediShades”) and order­ing win­dow film for the entryway.

As roof leaks trump every­thing else, wiring, paint­ing, and instal­la­tion of new floor­ing isn’t done yet. We hope to fin­ish the paint­ing before Sat­ur­day morn­ing. shad­owkatt is going to be paint­ing, and we’re going to see if we can bor­row mayre­mi.

We have things in box­es and con­tin­ue to pack. I need to make many runs over to the house with box­es, and hope­ful­ly with some­one bet­ter suit­ed to mov­ing them around than I am. That would be far eas­i­er with a truck than my car, but this is what we have. It’s just such a long way that I real­ly want to make the gas count.

We need to put the trash out at the cas­tle tonight, as tomor­row is our first pick-up. One of the few advan­tages of apart­ment life is the con­stant avail­abil­i­ty of the dumpster.