We packed up our stuff on Saturday. Well, to be honest, Nádya packed most of it while I was teaching my second class for the day. I got home, and there was barely anything left to do.
Sunday the truck came at three in the afternoon, and we loaded our things on it with the help of the driver and one other guy. It was very hot and humid Sunday. Not the best weather in which to move, but the iron was good and hot—ready for striking.
The helper showed up smelling like someone who had been drinking since Friday night. He actually had a beer right there in the truck, and drank from it every time he took something there. I am not sure, but I think it was his personal reward system, or something. (The driver was not drunk, and seemed to be put off by this guy's actions.)
Once things were deposited more or less safely in the house, the movers left, and we started finding places for our "new" things. We have had these things since we got married, but not used them because we were living with N‡dya's parents. It is kind of nice to pull things out of a box and think, "Wow, that is cool. I did not remember we had that!"
That night it was so hot inside our house that we barely slept. We were tired enough. I was ready to fall over with exhaustion. The house had been shut for a couple of days, and had just been painted, which made it nearly impossible to sleep.
Monday morning I was left with the task of finding gas for our stove. The stoves here (at least 97% of them) run on propane that comes in 13 kilogram canisters. It is a similar setup to a propane bar-b-que. There is a little store just down the street where we thought we could buy this. So I took our empty canister there for exchange.
They evidently quit selling propane. But they were nice enough to call someone else who would deliver it.
Somewhere in the shuffle the burners to our stove got lost. So we ended up going to that same store last night to purchase one. Hopefully we will find the old ones, as the one we bought does not work very well (There is hardly a flame at all.), but at least we can cook our food!
One of the oddest things about this experience (To me this is normal for Nadya.) is that there is no toilet seat on the toilet. That is something we have to go purchase for ourselves.
Speaking of which, I am off to make a list of things to purchase, like clothes-line, and a toilet seat.
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