Off to the new house early to let the painter in. We were told he would be there at 7:30... he was waiting in his vehicle when we got there at 7:08. I apologized for him having to wait for us, he apologized because he has been late the last couple days. But for the record: we were 22 minutes early.
We opened the house and let him in. There were several walls that needed another coat. To his credit, he agreed and went to work on it. While he was getting to work, we unloaded the last of our stuff that was in Steph and Dan's storage unit: it was mostly guitars...
Into what will be the music room with them, and I held my breath as I unboxed and opened each case... seems that they all made the trip from Texas intact. I had de-tuned the wood guitars; no need to do that with the carbon fiber guitars. The CF guitars were mostly in tune when I checked them over. I took a few minutes to tune the Taylor 814 and the 652 (12 string), looking closely around the body and neck. Another sigh of relief...
The Emerald X20 above, the Taylor 814 below...
The pile in the music room grew...
Joan started with the closet in our bedroom...
Steph and Dan got there with 2 car-loads from their storage unit. Joan and I got to take a break and make a run to Dick's Sporting Goods (for a Diamondbacks World Series shirt for Joan) and then across the huge parking lot to IKEA. Joan likes their bath towels. We picked up some other storage items, and checked out their selection of adjustable-height desks (for the music room).
Joan at Dick's Sport Goods above, and following arrows on the floor at IKEA below...
All kinds of storage stuff at IKEA...
That's a clip-on cup holder and a headphones holder above. One of the desk possibilities below...
IKEA is diabolical: the huge store is designed to wear you down. You go through it like a giant maze. The faces of customers at the beginning of the maze are all happy ("Hey, look at this!"), but turn to exhaustion by the time they get 2/3 of the way through the store ("Hey, can we just buy something and go home? I don't think I can walk another step."). They give you giant yellow bags to put stuff in - as you go through the store, filling the bag along the way, it is like a trick-or-treater by the end of Halloween night... except each Skanka or Fookenkrap you pick up costs you. Some of their furniture is downright clever... some of it looks cheap and not-quite-adult-sized. If you get a shopping cart, all 4 wheels rotate, so people look like stock car drivers going through corners.
We made our way through the maze. Did not get a piece of cheese (training rats reference). When we got back to the house, the painter was gone and Steph was cleaning sticky stuff (from the tape they used) off the tile floors.
We parted company mid-afternoon.
Another "event" tomorrow that will make the house feel more like a home: furniture delivery for both sides, 2 TVs for us. Steph and Dan have to work, but they left us instructions on what goes where with their new furniture. I am SO looking forward to something besides camp chairs and a 2-step ladder to sit on.
2 comments:
Progress is being made. Glad the guitars arrived safely. Rufus must be looking forward to his new "big chair" too.
I have never been in an Ikea - the never has been one near where we have lived. We have driven by the one in PHX and the one in SLC but stayed on the freeway in both cases. I'm not a big shopping guy so your description sounds like a forced 20-mile march in boot camp. Costco is generally more than I can take.
We visited with guitar friends yesterday afternoon and they made us a trout dinner that they recently caught. Yummy. They are retired and now in the process of selling their 60 acre property in the desert. He can't run the ranch and the VW wrecking yard business anymore, especially after his recent knee replacement and another pending. He did not bounce back quickly and the handwriting is on the wall. They will be moving to central NV soon to be nearer to her remaining family, so we need to get in visits while we can. I can be always be bribed with food and guitar picking. He played my former X30 and I played his Rainsong dreadnought. Alice played her wonderful bass flute, as usual.
Hi Earl - Always fun to swap guitars for a bit... as long as the other guy has something good.
IKEA is at least twice the size of a typical Costco, but without straight aisles - you meander your way through, following the arrows on the floor. I think you cover twice as much ground that way. They have some interesting stuff in there, though... "Hmmm, I didn't know I needed one of those."
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