We got the keys to the new house late in the afternoon today, and it felt so strange to walk in through the door. It felt like we were breaking into someone's house, just a very odd feeling. Maybe it felt like that because we caught the neighbour on one side peeking through their curtains, and in no time at all, had also met "Veronica" who lives on the other side. Veronica was bold enough to come over and introduce herself. In 5 minutes, I learned that she and her husband are Roman Catholics who go to church every single day, that her husband is 91 with a heart condition, that she packs her garage full of cast-offs for third world countries and the church bazaar, to make sure that we lock the doors and windows, because although it is a good neighbourhood, they had some problems a few years ago with some of the schoolboys breaking in through a screen. She seems like a very nice lady, and she remembered my name right off the bat, and forgot Greg's! Of course, she has a niece named Ramona so I'm sure that helped. Anyway, she'd better keep her garage door locked or I might just mosy over there and have a good look. You know how much I love other people's junk.
The wallpaper started to come down within 10 minutes of us walking through the door. It looks better already.
We discovered a major glitch with out new phone number. I had brought a phone with me to plug in and set our voice mail message. No sooner had I plugged it in when the phone rang! It was the wrong number. Someone thought that they had called a radio station. 5 minutes later, another call for the radio station! 10 minutes later...another call! OMG. By the time we got back to the condo, we checked the messages, and there were 5 more calls! So we looked the number up on line. There is a local radio station whose 1-800# is the same as our home number. Can you believe it?!
Needless to say, we need a new number.
6 comments:
Congratulations, Ramona! I am so excited for you and Greg. I cannot wait to visit your new home (maybe next year?).
That sucks about your new phone number. A similar thing happened to an ex of mine who was issued the number a recently (less than 1 yr) defunct restaurant and his phone rang every night from 5-8pm asking what time they were opened and for directions. The number was still published in the current phone book although the restaurant had closed months before. lol He changed his number too.
Congrats on moving in! My home phone number when I was growing up was one digit off from a local restaurant. We kept getting calls for people wanting to place a take out order, so when my sister and I were particularly bored, we actually took the orders, which I'm sure made for some pissed off customers.
On a different note, I would love to see your kitty in Weekend Cat Blogging. If you would like to participate this weekend in WCB # 74, it is being hosted at the French Riviera at http://lalietcie.canalblog.com/archives/2006/11/02/3061880.html#comments.
Thank you.
Bonnie in Virginia
Congrats to you guys! If we lived closer I'd be right over there w/ a bottle-of-wine-housewarming gift. And yahoo on the wallpaper! That was the biggest pain in the arss when we moved into our new house. JUST SAY NO TO WALLPAPER!
I know what you mean about walking into someone else's house. Hopefully you'll feel right at home soon. Your neighbour sounds...interesting. Definitely time to change your number. What a pain!
It is so great that you have the new house. You'll have to post pictures as you redo things. Is a red kitchen in your future?
I once had a phone number one digit off from the local weather service. One little cloud, and the phone would ring like crazy. Needless to say, I changed it.
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