Sunday, August 05, 2012

in its right place, everything

No time to sit around bemoaning an empty house. The Spousal Unit and I are hitting the open road this week, the morning after the Offspring flies back to the coast.  Fueled by chili-lime peanuts and psychobilly, we are going to see if we can better our previous landspeed record.

Because a work-related fishing trip is incorporated into this trip, we will be away for 10 days, far too long for the Slightly Retarded Kitty to have nobody to talk to.  The last time we went away for five days, she didn't stop talking for a day and a half after our return.  Evidently she hid in a closet the entire time we were away. The people who popped in to feed her every day said they only knew she was there by the output from the food bowl and the input into the litter box.

So we've hired a house-sitter for this trip.

I have started writing an instruction manual for the house-sitter, pointing out all the idiosyncrasies of Casa del Zombie - the shower that doesn't work in the main bathroom, the coffee pot that needs to be started up 4 times in order to brew an full pot.  I have an entire chapter on the intricate dance that you need to do in order to start the dishwasher. She probably doesn't need the step by step instructions that I jotted down on how to run the tv, dvd player and Netflix, since she is a digital native, but the information will come in handy for me once my Alzheimers starts to fully kick in.

If you were getting a house-sitter, what weird stuff 
would you need to alert them to about your abode?  

7 comments:

rebelle said...

Ooooooo, road trip! Hope you will keep us posted allowing me a vicarious thrill.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I will be internetless for the most part, Rebelle, but will be visiting civilization partway through the trip. Hope to make contact then.

Lesley said...

I fear most of my notes for a house sitter, other than those regarding the dogs, would be about which neighbors to talk with and which to avoid. That is important information around here.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

That's vital information, Lesley. Just to be safe, it's probably best not to talk to anybody. Fortunately our housesitter grew up on this street, so she already knows that.

mister anchovy said...

back to this work-related fishing trip...is there a sign-up sheet for work-related fishing trips? I've worked for the same outfit for many years and not once have they sent me fishing.

Allison said...

My parents are doing this with Sam when they go away to Europe next month. I know she'll still wait at the top of the top of the stairs each day for my Mum, but at least she'll be in her own home.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I'm starting to suspect it's time you threatened to quit, Mr Anchovy. Tell them you need a fishing trip, or else.

Oh poor Sam! I hope that she doesn't wait too long at the top of the stairs each morning, Al.
Ramona met her housesitter tonight, and then followed her home. Mind = blown