Why on earth would Corey be connecting our water on Day 5 of our occupancy in this new place you ask? I wish I had the answers. I could speculate, of course, that our landlord has never remodeled a home before and fell behind on his timeline. I might be feeling that his key contractor is a pot smoking scatter brain who should not have been put in charge of adhering to a particular date to have his work completed. I have watched him work- he whistles classical tunes while he loses his focus and moves from task to task leaving a trail of brain cells so that he may find his way back at some point.
Before this house was a potential new home for us, Matt had taken on the contract to tile the entrance, kitchen and bathroom. It was a job that he completed in July and it was in August that we gave our notice to our own landlord for October 1st. There were certain aspects of the place that we negotiated to our requirements- I'm not talking about sky lights and tubs for 2- I'm referring simply to laundry and some updated bedroom doors (ones without holes...). When all points were agreed upon we let ourselves get excited about the potential of our new digs. It is a character house with vaulted ceilings, exposed beams and rafters. There is a deck off of the master bedroom overlooking a backyard where we have plans for a veggie garden. The living room is bright with 3 walls of windows that stretch all the way to the ceiling giving us an amazing view of all the tall trees on the property. Hardwood floors throughout give it a warm feeling and a stand alone garage in the back give us all the storage room that we could ever need.
All of these interesting points are going to help make a cozy place to call home for now- and they may even help drown out the noise from all the airplanes that come in for a landing right over the roof- oh...did I mention that we're in a flight path? I'm sure that they will eventually become background noise, just as the street cars did on Queen Street in Toronto. What I know for sure is that all the character in the world, including the warm-hearted personality of our landlord, cannot drown out the fact that we are on Day 5 of occupancy and the house is still not finished. In fact, the only thing that we may actually be able to drown would be our sorrows, in the massive selection of red wine at the shop closest to our house.
Matt and I make a pretty great team when it comes to things like setting up a campsite, travelling and moving house. We don't even need to discuss things, we just know what needs to be done and we each do our part. I suppose biology would say that we take on our classic gender roles with Matt focusing on the bigger more spatial things while I focus on the details. I just know it works and so we had our belongings in the trailer and to our new place on the afternoon of the 30th. I must admit that we had been here 1 week before our move in date, and the place was still pretty raw looking. We asked the landlord and 'Cheech' if they were sure things would be ready...reminding them that moving day was looming- and of course we were assured it would be so. With nowhere else to go and a trailer that needed to be returned we had no choice but to move our belongings into the living room, on top of a layer of dirt and dust. I would also like to mention that the only person at the house was the painter finishing up his work. (He left all of his supplies and tools in the living room as well- where they are still sitting)
The list of things needing to be done is extensive and that doesn't even include the cosmetic things that we would prefer and will do ourselves as we can. Some of the highlights might be no kitchen sink, no stove, no laundry, no bathroom sink, no shower. A second tier of unfinished necessities might include no door handles on any of the new doors, the dishwasher not hooked up, no plates on any light switches or outlets, no bars in closets to hang clothing on. And finally, the rafters were still full of cobwebs and fluffy spider pods, windows were filthy, the brand new toilet had been very well used by the workers (all male of course), kitchen drawers, bathroom shelves, back deck, front lawn all full of tools, odds and ends, broken drywall and so on and so forth.
Oh...and there is also a smell that you might instantly think of as cat pee- although apparently no cats have ever lived here. Its in the living room in a certain spot and we cannot figure out what it is or where it is coming from. My guess is that the last guy who lived here - who was apparently stark raving mad- has sabotaged the place. I know how that sounds- but let me tell you this and then you can decide for yourself: On our first walk through of this property, back in July, I noticed a fish- a trout actually laying in the grass next to the driveway. It wasn't a skeleton, it didn't seem as though it had been dragged there by an animal- and it struck me as quite odd. I came to find out later that the tenant had been asked to leave when the house changed ownership and this made him angry as he didn't want to go. He placed a fish, this trout in particular on the top of a fluorescent light in the bedroom where he left it to rot and eventually it was discovered and thrown out into the grass by 'Woody Harrelson'. According to our downstairs neighbours, he also opened up several tins of salmon and left them all over the house when he left. So who knows what other little surprises we may have waiting for us- and for all I know he may have brought a cat in here for one day to spray the living room...
I sent a text message which was very 'to the point' (perhaps a little harsh and bitey) to the landlord as we were moving in which contained words like unacceptable, immediately and illegal. He in turn called Matt's phone, not mine, to say that he didn't need to be addressed that way and that if I didn't like it- I could find somewhere else to live. I kid you not. I was absolutely beside myself as I have never experienced this before in all my years of moving both on Canadian soil and in foreign nations. We were so unbelievable tired by the end of the day we crashed in a motel where we stayed for 2 nights. We were shocked to find that nothing more had been done, no attempts had been made to even do a rush finishing and our very own 'Ted Nugent' was in Nanaimo working on another job. We came to find out that everyone was throwing each other under the bus and laying blame on each other- all the while we are standing with jaws on the floor- Matt angry and me in tears.
It has been a truly trying situation and one that almost baffles me as much as it angers and upsets me. Our landlord is actually a really kind and decent man so I can't understand how he can let this happen or feel that its ok. He arrived here with his wife on Friday and when she walked in the door she looked at me and said "I'm here to clean and we hired a guy to help...he is on his way- but how are we supposed to clean with all of this (waves her arm over the general area of the living room that is packed full of basically everything we own) stuff here???" I had to really bite my tongue as I politely reminded her that we had no choice but to leave our other home at the end of the month and move here! They went about their business "cleaning" with our cleaning products (she hadn't brought any of her own) she took a broom to the rafters to sweep out all of the cobwebs right onto our "stuff" and then she took a hose to the outside of the windows. It was great fun.
We had been planning all along to hit IKEA for lighting- as there is none in the house...so Sunday was the day. There is no Ikea here on the island so a this trip is a full day excursion- 95 minutes on the ferry and then an hour on the bus...I do realize that we could have just found lights here at another big box store but Ikea really did have the most choice with such a great range of prices- we did all the legwork and priced out a lot of options and in the end it was still our best choice to make the journey. When all was said and done by the time we got back to the car it had been a 10 hour trip! It was worth it though - we're going to light this place up like a Christmas tree! Matt was really excited to try out some new lights- got one hooked up- blew a fuse and now our fridge doesn't work!
It's the end of Day 5 and I am sitting down again to finish this post- Corey finally finished all the plumbing and (after he left of course) I celebrated with a shower - minus a shower curtain and got water all over the floor....I couldn't have cared less! We are still without laundry and I am pretty sure that the food in the fridge will spoil before anyone shows up to fix it- but at least the initial upset is over and a couple of boxes have even been unpacked.
Apparently Mr.Crazy who lived here before just lives down the street and Matt knows what he drives so I am actively trying to convince him that putting a trout under his truck seat is NOT the best way to get revenge and that we should let karma take care of it! Well I suppose that its either that or he blows up the electrical panel...I'll keep you posted.
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xoxoMatt, Wendhi and Ruca