Yesterday was Zora’s 90-day review. She got the job. Everybody in the office signed the awkward welcome card and there was cake in the break room.
Finally got the GD lease signed for the new place on Wednesday– took forever. Thanks to Maria’s Squirrel Power we were able to get the house we wanted even though it seemed like the owner was trying NOT to rent it and the property management company were inept bumblers at times.
It’s in a great location and has a bunch of stuff we were looking for: no stairs, no carpet, no giant west-facing windows, 3 bedrooms, 2 car garage, and a yard for Z.
For the first time in our lives, we hired a moving company. Hell yes! Triple High-five! We’re still moving all the small and/or breakable stuff, but I ain’t humping that king bed or heavy-ass solid wood and leather sectional down the stairs. Praise Jesus! Two years ago when we moved to an upstairs condo unit, (also in August) I swore I wouldn’t carry the ball-breaker shit back down the stairs. The next day, I set money aside for movers when we were ready to go.
We’re super stoked. Moving house in August in Phoenix eats ass pies but we’re excited to be in the new place next weekend.
Got the keys to the new place and started moving some small stuff this afternoon. Air conditioner is able to keep it at 78 until noonish, and then it loses the battle with 107 degrees and 40% humidity outside. When we dropped off the last load of the day around 5:00, it was 83 degrees in the house.
It’s happening again. Summer in Phoenix and the Air Conditioner shits the bed. In the rental house before last, this clam bake bullshit happened in July. The hottest it got in the house back then was 93˚ I think. We’re currently sitting and sweating at 92– one degree from the record.
When the HVAC guys came out today I thought all would be well. The first seven days were only low-level misery because the A/C unit could keep it from going higher than 83 degrees. But while trying to fix the problem, they made it worse. Never thought I’d be wishing for the 83˚ of yesterday.
Fuck this whole city. It’s a hell hole and we gotta move.
Moving house also means moving and rehanging the current 67 piece framed art and photos collection– it’ll take few days. It’s always a pain in the ass, but worth it once it’s done. There’s a lot of math and measuring involved and it’s hard to concentrate when it’s 93˚ in here. Spent the morning filling out the 6 page Move-In Inspection sheet for the new house– total bullshit.
A/C guys just got here with the new part and I’m hopeful but leery.
Last night it was 93˚ in the house. I fell asleep for an hour or so and woke up in a sweaty small panic. Is Maria okay? Is Zora gonna die? Holy shit. Around 1:30 we went out to the living room and opened the front door and the sliding glass trying to get some air movement. Still hideous, but better and we were able to sleep a little on the couch.
They’ve been here almost an hour and it isn’t working– I dunno, seems like it’s taking too long…
AND NOW I’VE JUST BEEN TOLD IT’S STILL BROKEN AND THEY HAVE TO COME BACK TOMORROW! FUCKING FANTASTIC.
The A/C guys are back for the fourth time to take another shot. Yesterday we reached a new record, 95 degrees. Please, Universe, let this work.
UPDATE: Woohoo! It’s cooling down! Who would’ve thought 85˚ would feel so good?!
We cleaned the old house for five hours, looked for a chair at Modern On Melrose and then had over-priced mediocre tacos with super slow service downtown.