Wednesday, April 29, 2009

If the Shoe Doesn't Fit

Besides deciding what color to paint the wall, the other decisions that are causing me stress since we moved to Senior Paradise are what to wear when I meet the neighbors. I am one of those people that need to feel I “fit in” to the dress code of the evening. If everyone shows in kakis and Hubby and I are wearing jeans, I will feel ill at ease.

The other night, we were invited to attend a social event in the clubhouse of our complex. We opted for kaki casual. Shoes for Hubby were no problem, but for me it was a major clamity. Since the carton containing most of my casual shoes has not been unpacked, my choice was limited. I opted for a pair of backless, low heels that were in easy reach. I usually only wear them if I know I will be sitting all evening. As soon as I entered the room, my eyes fixated on the women’s shoes: stylish sandals with cushioned soles – not a pinched toe in the room.

I wobbled to my table, my armed locked in my husband’s for balance. While we watched the show, I felt relieved to finally be in a paradise where if the shoe doesn’t fit, I no longer have to wear it!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Moving Snafus

Our move to Senior Utopia would have been perfect if it wasn’t for modern technology. First, we had to cancel our move because the bank that lent the buyers of our old home wired the money to the wrong title company. It took two days to discover where a few hundred thousand was hiding. Fortunately, the closing of our new home was dependant on the closing of our old home – something our son, the lawyer, insisted. “Unless you want to own two homes, you better make sure you have that clause in your contract.”

Tis wise to have the advice of wise lawyers when dealing with banks today.

The banks played more games even after they rewired the money. When the money finally arrived three days later, the title company hand delivered a check to the title company of our new home to make sure the money didn’t get held up again and cause us to have to cancel our move the second time.

Other than the usual decisions that drive me to eat – picking out paint colors and window coverings – the only big snag we have is with Comcast. We used Comcast for email in our other home and incorrectly ASSumed that our email addresses would make the trip with us. We were even told that by a Comcast employee whose name we foolishly never wrote down. Unfortunately, that is not true and this week Comcast informed us it could take up to 90 days to find our emails in cyberspace, send them to me, and have my email working again with my usual email names. Did anyone ever think it would take modern technology more time to transfer emails than the Pony Express needed to go from coast to coast????????