Well, we have been here in Sahuarita, Arizona (Find on Google Maps)for 12-days now. My brother and sister-in-law did warn us that the Tucson area was immense. I’ll get to this in a bit.
First day in Sahuarita (pronounced Saw wah ree ta, according to Wikipedia.com), I had to go to the management company to pick up keys to the house. My sister-in-law was nice enough to drive me there, since I still had the U-Haul trailer hooked up and I wasn’t comfortable navigating with a tail. It took about 30 minutes to get there. From there, she ran me back to her house to get my truck with tail and then she guided me all the way to our home. This took another 30 minutes to get back to her home, then 45 minutes to an hour to get all the way to my house. God bless her!
So, we get to the house, and I have to run through the house making sure that I have marked down any problems in the house; ie. holes in the walls, stains in the carpet, etc… for the rental agency. Before I am done, the moving company arrives. They come in 2 trucks, one for my stuff, and the other for the men who will unload my stuff. (Trying to paint a picture here…) So the driver of the big rig pulls up to the most convenient location in front of our house, which happened to be in front of the whole neighborhood’s mail boxes. Yes, this was problematic.
Anyway, in very short order they began to offload all my boxes and furniture. Now they had to start at noon that day because I couldn’t get the key and get down there any earlier. So this was a complaint that I heard a few times from the movers. However, they miraculously unloaded and set up beds and other furniture in 6 hours! During that time, my water hadn’t been turned on yet and we had no food. Yippee! Now, I can handle that for longer than I should, but my growing boys couldn’t. They were like hungry birds peeping for their mother to feed them. Not fun.
Around 2 pm, like clockwork, I assume, the postal worker comes to deliver the mail… She was not happy to find a HUGE semi-truck in front of her banks of mailboxes. I walked over to her in her postal truck & apologized for this inconvenience. Actually, I figured she had a bag that she could walk over to the boxes & deliver, but I was wrong…I guess. She made sure to let me know that I was going to make 30 + families very upset that their mail did not arrive. (Personally, missing a day of mail wouldn’t bother me… one less bill, you know what I mean?) Anyway I negotiated with her and explained that I was new to the neighborhood and that we were working very hard to get done. I guess she realized that I meant no harm to her or her job… She lightened up a bit then asked if we could have the truck moved within 2 hours, at which point she would return to deliver the mail. We agreed.
Once the movers were done and gone, we ordered pizza and pretty much called it a night. We CALLED for pizza & had it delivered! We haven’t been able to do that for 5 years! Sure has gotten expensive to get delivery. Geez!
We couldn’t watch TV that night because, apparently you’re not suppose to turn the TV on for 24-hrs after unloading from a move… something to do with the TV tube being cold and exploding. *Midas Shrug* So we ate, unpacked a bit more stuff and went to bed. End day one…
Oh yeah, the mail did go through!
More later…
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