Gaylord Opryland Resort & Convention

We flew Thursday from WA to VA and spent two nights with Mr. Bean before meeting up with Miss Sharon.

We drove two days to Nashville, TN where we are now checked into our room. It opens with French doors to a private patio in the HUGE Atrium with a river, waterfalls, shops, restaurants, plants, lights, and activities.  It’s AMAZING!! The photo is the view from our room.

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I’m late again (sigh)

It was a challenging week. Bean had a Dr. appt. and we had a new hot water heater, additional cold air return, new super thermostat, and air conditioning installed. Out here in the PNW, most residential properties do not have AC, and to be honest, most of the time don’t need it. However, in the past few years, Global Warming has gifted the area with plenty of 90+ degree days, not to mention the annual August smoke from wildfires from the south and the north. Bean hates heat and has allergies, so AC seemed like a good idea.

During the install, the electrician asked Bean to come out to answer a location question, and she got her first glimpse of the unit. Her jaw dropped to the sidewalk. She had a discussion with the sales rep about being inconspicuous and quiet because of the homeowner’s association rules, yet this unit was the biggest one she ever saw, despite the fact that the prior house’s unit had to service an additional 2,000 sq. feet. She had just seen the one Uncle GT an Auntie Glenda got from the same people, so this was well beyond what she expected to see, and she was rendered speechless (almost). When she brought this up, the installers suggested she call the rep.

Of course he could not be reached, but she left a message. Apparently, there was another option which she had not been given during the initial consult, and it was both quieter and smaller by half. Sure it cost a bit more, but she would have chosen it to begin with had that option been offered. So since the installers said they could get her one that day, she told them to go for it.

Later, the rep came to the house (apparently notified by his supervisor that there was a problem caused by the lack of options given). He offered his sincere apology and gifted us with a second year’s worth of filters (one year came with the unit). Everyone was happy. The install process took two days, partly complicated by the install of the extra cold air return, which required cutting through the new bamboo floors and eating up almost half of a clothing closet in a guest room 😦

But it’s all done now, excepts for duct testing and two inspections, which must be done in order and arranged by the Bean. Testing is scheduled for Tuesday morning. Yay.

The unpacking is slow. First was recovery from the move, then the disarray of AC etc. installation, and now waiting for the Uncle to come help with a cabinet that the dolls in boxes will go into, which is happening today!!

I promise to try to be on time next week.

 

We’re in!!

The movers came Monday for Phase II of the big move, but of course there are a bunch of little bitty things that the Bean still has to do to complete the move-out. The new garage is kinda scary. There are heaps of boxes and “stuff” everywhere. I can sort of see how she plans to organize, but until things find their homes, it’s your basic chaos.

We suffered a cold snap and learned the furnace suddenly didn’t work. Repair man coming today. It went up to 90 one day, and we didn’t need the furnace then, but it’s cooled off into the 70s/50s so it would be nice to have it working for the cool overnights.

Bean is down to 1.5 closets and cleaning supplies. She de-weeded the patio, swept, and hosed it yesterday, and the rest is in pretty good shape.  We are heading there shortly to make (hopefully) short work of the closets…or as short as we can.

Meanwhile, Bean has signed her sales contract to get the Condo on the market. It’s all moving along. She hopes to take a few days off once things are finally out to recuperate prior to putting the new place together. She claims she’s old and deserves some rest.

Really?

 

When things go wrong…

On Wednesday, Cali pup visited a trainer to see if their group could work with her to keep her safe at Camp.  She loves it there and loves the big big BIG dogs, but she’s so little, she worries they can’t see her. So she jumps at them and barks to get noticed. The staff worries about her safety around the Huskies, Cali’s favorite breed.  We think she secretly hopes she returns as a Huskie in her next life.

There were two dogs present during the interview, a small one that was tethered (apparently doesn’t like other dogs) and a large one that was gorgeous. We would tell you what it was but we’ve already forgotten.  The big dog initiated play time with Cali, and the two had a great time.  Cali thoroughly enjoyed seeing how her entire head fit in the other dog’s mouth.

The trainer’s verdict was that Cali is attempting to play with them, and while the manner of it could be annoying and thus dangerous, there is no way to take the play out of the dog. She did suggest she might do well with regular nap times. Like kids, she suggested Cali might get out of sorts and cranky (read more persistent and insistent) the more worn out she got. Bean hopes nap time will be the answer until she gains some age and maturity. She’s still not a year old.

Then, same day, a call came from the movers reminding Bean of their arrival time on the 4th. And then she dropped the bomb. They would not complete the move in a day and would have to reschedule.  She was a bit off-putting since I could tell the Bean was then a bit out of sorts.  I heard only part of their conversation, but…. Lets just say the Bean demanded to schedule another day and was then told it couldn’t be until the 10th. I think she’s annoyed. Then she took a much needed nap.

Every day seems to bring a new surprise, and we are trying to just take them as they come.  Bean is getting a short break this weekend: tomorrow is her last doll club meeting  until September, and Cali is getting to go to Camp. Hooray.

Another late-night Friday

The week was so productive, I’ve lost track. Bean is still alternating between panic she won’t and belief that she will finish packing in the next 12 days available to her.  We see things disappearing at a rather alarming rate, but who knows where they are going and what she does with them when they get there. Boxes are everywhere.

After the POD unloading and panic over the vast number of chairs we own, Bean listed 7 matching ones last night on FB Marketplace as well as a vintage mahogany leather-topped pedestal side table. By morning, both listings were spoken for and (cash in Bean’s pocket) are now out of the garage, freeing up valuable space for the Christmas bins when the movers come.

Bean also responded to a survey regarding her thoughts about the Bamboo Store and the Bamboo Installers.  The installers received high praise, the store not so much. But hey, you get what you give.

The Master Bedroom looks almost like a real bedroom.  Took poor Bean days to get the bed made.  It has a memory foam topper on it.  Anyone with memory foam experience knows it weighs a ton.  This one had a full zippered cover on it, but the cover, which was shipped unprotected, was filthy. first order of business was to get it off. Bean won the battle and popped it into the previously untried washer, and then to the dryer.  The moment of truth arrived when it was dry and had to be put back on the foam. Anyone who has tried pulling a thin and at least partially nylon cover over foam of any kind will immediately recognize that the combination of cover and heavy foam did not bode well. Much heaving and flopping of foam, quite a few words we were not supposed to hear, and about an hour later, there was a sign of great relief.  By that time, Bean was exhausted, and simply walked away.

During the process of recognizing the cover to the foam needed cleaning came another moment of recognition: the mattress cover was TRASH. She wadded this up and sent it to the great can in the sky, then ordered another.  It arrived the day after she wrestled the cover back on the foam, so she wrestled it on the bed, and added sheets. But after a zillion trips around the king bed, she again was exhausted. But on the third day,  she added a bedspread, the pillows, and voila! The bed was made and the bedroom was orderly. Three more pieces of furniture will be added when the movers come, but Bean is pleased.  She calls it done and ready to use.

Packing and moving is the daily event.  It’s pretty dull activity, but in the end, it will be done…and then that garage full of unpacked boxes will end up in the doll space where they belong, and the business of unpacking can at last happen.  We dollies look forward to that day since we have been homeless, other than countertops and windowsills, for the past year.  We have high hopes that the exhaustion of packing, moving, and arranging all the small and big loose items will not prevent the Bean from finally unpacking our things from the multitude of boxes they called home for the last year.

Smidge says we should have a giant yard sale and then remodel the Big House.  Hmm.

 

Moving right along…

Three guys and a big truck showed up at the new house on Thursday. We didn’t need their truck, but we needed the guys who very efficiently unloaded our POD.

So it’s been a year since we last saw the contents of the POD, and we were pretty surprised by what was inside of it.  Things we thought we had donated to a charity prior to moving emerged along with…drum roll please…19 (yes, really – 19) chairs. Please do not ask why we had that many chairs or why we shipped them cross country.  We have no idea on either count. There were two upholstered chairs in there too, but they were expected.  But 19 table chairs?  The bean has photographed them and a forgotten side table to post for sale on FB Marketplace.  Yikes.  The problem is that, in addition to those 19, we had 15 other chairs. If you can add, that comes to a total of 34 chairs. Ridiculous.

But the nice men made short work of the unloading and placement of the furnishings that actually made it into the house, and by 11:30, Cali and Bean were snoozing for a pleasant 2.5 hours in a comfy chair at the Condo with their feet up. Well, all of Cali was up since she was lapping on the Bean.

Today, they emptied two bedroom chests of their contents since the furniture at the condo is not the furniture for the Master at the house, but guest room furnishings. She kept out some things to use for the next few weeks, but the rest is in a dresser already at the house.

Bean says she gets scared every time she thinks about how much is still left to be done, but from our POV, she’s actually done a huge job already and aside from momentary exhaustion on occasion, she doesn’t stop moving or thinking about moving.  The goal is in sight.

She highly recommends Puget Sound Moving, who was recommended to her by Uncle GT.  There’s nothing like a personal recommendation. They will be back June 4 to move all the furnishings from the condo to the house. The end is in sight.

 

A day late…

They finished our new floors on Wednesday. Bean showed us a photo, and they are pretty. We are so busy with so many things that our days get tangled up, and I missed Friday this week.  Didja miss me? I’ll try to do better, but things are a little crazy right now, so….

Thanks to all my fans who noticed I missed a day.

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Another week gone

Poor Bean caught some virus – seemingly cold-related – and has been down for the count since Monday.  Typically, Smidge would be donning her nurse’s uniform and fussing over her, but unfortunately, Uncle GT presented her with a small slot machine he brought home from his archery tournament in Las Vegas, and she’s not only mesmerized by it but by the fact that it’s pink. She can’t resist pink.  Yup, that’s me looking over her shoulder. She said I could play it, but that it’s not my turn yet. Hmm.

Meanwhile, the flooring at the new house was supposed to begin on Wednesday, but got pushed to Thursday.  Then they found that instead of plywood, there was particle board as a top layer.  Fortunately, the Coordinator for the Installers (Bean’s new best friend) phoned a friend and dispatched her men to pick up batch of 1/4″ plywood to put on top, and after only $3,000 and a brief delay. we were back in the install game. Supposedly they will finish the ply with felt today, and on Monday the actual floor can go down.  We are pretty excited.

Aside from that and the pallor of Bean’s illness, nothing going on here except the pull, bell tones, and a series of cherries appearing in a line atop Smidge’s slot machine.

Bean schedules everything…EVERYTHING

The question is, can it all be done.  Yesterday was a “free” day, meaning nothing was technically scheduled, yet it was. Bean dropped Cali off at Camp without breakfast. Well, she took the breakfast with her because Cali wasn’t interested at home.  We have discovered she is not a gobble-it-up doggie but a grazer, more like a cat. She’s uninterested in food when Bean drags her out of bed.  Instead, she just wants to curl up in Bean’s lap.  But Bean had stuff to do, so off Cali went with breakfast in a baggie. At pick-up time, she was informed that Cali found her appetite around 2:00. Figures.

All of our weeks seem to be filled with appointments and workers coming to the new house to do something, yet we still feel we are standing still.  Bean packs boxes destined for the new house kitchen, but other things sit, untouched.  We think perhaps it will never get done. It all feels scattered and disorganized.  Wait, that is how it is.  Well, at least we got something right.

The floor people will be tearing out the carpet next Wednesday. That will, at least, be progress.  Now if we can just keep all the dates and times straight, we might be functional…in a year or so.

 

 

And a good time was had, despite type A

We really did have a good time.  Of  course neither Smidge nor Hitty Jadina, nor I actually got the flu in Arkansas, so we had nothing to complain about. On the other hand, the Bean’s 103 degree temp left her so out of it she couldn’t complain if she wanted to. She rallied after a few doses of Tamiflu, so we all made it back home just fine.  We liked going through Denver and will likely use it as our stop-over in the future.

Of course our Queen Anne didn’t get done, but Bean said she didn’t expect it to be done anyway.  There are too many layers to gesso and paint, even if she’d finished the carving. Legs are still waiting, but not for wishing they were.

Once home, Bean was back to her new sub-contractor position, trying to get all manner of things done for the new digs.  On Monday, the HVAC man came to check out what we needed. We are getting a new hot water heater and central air (plus a new cold air return). We have to sacrifice 8″ of space in a closet for the cold air return that will end up in the upstairs hall ceiling, but Bean said it’s a small price to pay, and it’s in a guest room anyway. The bamboo was also delivered, but they sent it on a huge flatbed instead of a box truck.  The driver said when he brings, it’s curbside delivery only.  The Bean was suitably horrified since it had been raining and more expected. He took pit on her, and used his forklift to shove it into the garage for her.  Nice.

Tuesday and Wednesday, we got to stay home and put up our feet.

Thursday, a man – yes, one man – arrived to “stack” or “fort” the bamboo boards. We don’t know how he did it, but he got all the bamboo boxes upstairs alone.  Each one weighed 85 lbs, and there were something like 70 boxes, but he got the job done in 5 hours.  Sadly, he left all the boxes and wood pallets in a heap in the garage.  Nope.  Not working. Bean called and a nice lady came and took half Thursday afternoon, and the other half the next morning. Yikes.

Friday, after the last of the debris went away, Bean swept the garage clean in preparation for a small delivery from Richmond, which arrived soon after she finished unpacking four boxes of china and glassware. They took the oak dresser upstairs (thankfully) to the master bath. It is supposed to go into the closet, but the closet is having carpet removed and new bamboo laid, so the bathroom seemed like a good place to put it. At least it is nearby.  They had barely gone when the Clean Crawls man came to bid on insulating the ducts that are exposed in the crawl and garage. Bean unpacked two more boxes while he was there. All the people had fun playing with our puppy, Cali, who rolled over to month 10 on Thursday.

Tomorrow (Saturday) is Cali’s final Invisible Fence training. She will learn how to bounce open her doggie door and hopefully will stay inside her fenced area and will enjoy the freedom of our large back yard thereafter.  The trainer will also install a “rock” that will be wired to protect a large planning area, ripe for a digger like Cali, and create a loop to keep her in the back yard where Bean can see her. We are pretty excited about this.

We have the rest of the weekend to pack things visible or in the kitchen to haul to the new place. We want to be sure we have things to unpack on Monday when the Clean Crawls people return to do that job.

Yes, there is more, but we shall save that for next week.  We know we can’t get moved until the end of May, but it’s getting closer and closer.  Bean is grateful her old handicapped body is being cooperative. 🙂

So until next week, we bid you all a lovely Easter weekend.