January 16-18 or so (more or less)
written January 18 and after
We are finally moving into our Taylor-Wheeler home. In old Fresno, identifying the home as Taylor-Wheeler is apparently a big deal and I'm sure home #155, from the T-W construction partnership, started 1935 as deluxe and state-of-the-art. Now, it's still nice, a little worn here and there, but with "bones" as good as the original architect Oliver Taylor envisioned. All it needs is Marianne's interior decoration and John's maintenance.
By Wednesday (15th) we had finished preparing for our furniture. Our real estate agent Angie Hyatt
had two cleaners spend an entire day sprucing up inside and we followed
with an extra attempt to clean the tile on the dining room floor.
Mamo was our final inspector and she loved the placeHere are shots of the nice, clean, empty home.
Living room, office, dining room, kitchen    Breakfast nook and three bedrooms     |
       
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Yard, living room, dining room - in process  
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Update after a busy weekend.
On
Friday, we started our unpacking, a task that will take many days I'm
afraid. One of the movers had asked if we had moved from a bigger
house and I said I thought they were about the same floor space, but
now we have our doubts. Maybe same space, but less room
somehow. Even with all the boxes blocking the way, Mamo still
wanted to visit. Somehow I think her limited vision was an
advantage. To us it's overwhelming, to her not.
Friday's
highlight was an invitation from neighbors to "The Cambridge Commons",
a neighbor's side yard that serves as an occasional meeting area.
We had already been given a bottle of wine, so we were prepared to join
the group. The friendliness of the neighbors is truly
remarkable. We worried about moving into an established
neighborhood where people would already have their circle of friends
and not be interested in new additions. The Cambridge block seems
not like that at all. Thanks.(Post-script: Vern, one of our Cambridge Commons neighbors, has lived on this street since childhood, many decades ago. He told the story of how his sister Marie had fallen for the young man of the family that lived in our house, the Peckenpah family. Marie and young David Samuel got married, before he headed off to Hollywood to make his fame and fortune as a movie writer and director. So, we now live in the Sam Peckenpah house. Interesting.)
Saturday was more unpacking and, hopefully, installation of a whole AT&T package of phone, internet, and TV. Unfortunately, that was not to be. Mike, the first technician, showed up on time, but discovered that the house had no AT&T service, so he called call a guy from "maintenance" to bring the signal to our house. Technician no. 2 did that within an hour or so. We expected Mike back anytime, as he had implied, but it didn't happen. In fact AT&T has now said the next appointment for service installation is two weeks away! What sort of third-world service is this!!
Sunday was a marathon of unpacking. We needed to unpack as much as possible because the mover was coming back Monday morning to remove empty boxes and packing material. We worked as hard as we possibly could and filled the garage with refuse. At last we are starting to see what needs to be put away -- sometime.
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John and Marianne