The Adjustment Period Begins

We got to our rental house last night, having never seen it before. A friend of ours, who also happens to have introduced us, and so is the hub of this Scott and Candy airline, came to look it over for us, and deemed it acceptable.

Which it was, except for the air conditioner not working when we got here, and the amazing layers of filth the former residents left. OK, not like featured-on-Oprah dirty, but very annoyingly dirty, everywhere. We cleaned the bejeezus out of our house in Phoenix when we left. Four people, including Scott and I and 2 friends, spent 7 hours cleaning. Mopping, washing baseboards, turning the place inside out with various cleaning products. It glimmered.

Then we get here to squalor. The bar has been set so low for cleaning that when we leave this rental house in a year, we will not be cleaning ONE SPECK. In fact, we may throw a mud-wrestling and corn-shucking and pudding-puking party the night before, and leave the remains on the carpet.

In other areas of moving glitches, our truck full of stuff is two days late. This would not be a problem if only we hadn't lined up 4 moving guys to unload the truck when it gets here. We've rescheduled them twice, and now have lost them, and if this were Phoenix we could drive our pick-up down to the Home Depot any morning of the week and pick up some illegals who are milling around outside looking for work. But it is not Phoenix.

I start teaching at the Big Giant University again a week from Monday. Next week is some tech training for how to teach from an e-book, which terrifies me. It will hurt. I just know it will. I would rather use something I'm more savvy with. Like flash cards.