Saturday, January 17, 2009

Some of Life's Little Setbacks

I find it hard to believe that I haven't written anything here since Christmas and that seems like a very long time ago. Life has been getting a little frantic and most of the day to day tales of my joys, troubles, frustrations and achievements have been recorded on Twitter. It is much easier to rant or do a quick, happy dance, in 140 words or less than it is to write a fully thought out and coherent blog post.

Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men frequently go awry and as everyone obviously has figured out the title of this blog had to be changed since the "Coming to South Padre Island in 2008" could be construed as false advertising and more importantly it just sounded a little silly. I have been making some giant strides, however, toward actually getting this bookstore open and filled with happy readers. I will write more about that in later posts.

My mother, aunt and I actually moved into the new residence right after the 1st of January since we needed to wait for some bedding to be delivered. For several days before actually leaving our peaceful sanctuary at the La Quinta--where hot water is abundant, cleaning is done by a competent staff and cable TV is included--we spent the time cleaning up some old, or I should say antique--it sounds better--furniture. We buffed and polished a pair of brass-looking twin beds, repaired the legs on some cedar chests, scrubbed, sanded and polished a couple of wooden dining room chairs and tables. As soon as the mattresses were delivered we made the trek from La Quinta to 5505 Padre Boulevard.

That would have been well and good but we have had a few bugs to work out in the last few weeks. Folks have been scurrying around here for days getting the last details ironed out. Everyone has done their best to make sure my dream is everything I could hope for but life seldom goes according to plan.

Catching up on laundry was an objective of my mother's in the first days after the move. A little delay in finding a dryer vent and getting it hooked up delayed matters but finally she was ready to put these shiny, white and brand new appliances to work. Everything was great as the soothing slosh/slosh of the water acted as a tranquilizer on our shattered nerves....until I walked by and saw the water running out into the hallway from the laundry room. Thank goodness for concrete floors. As I write this Sears is working on figuring out how they are going to replace a machine which was purchased in August but not installed until December.

This would have been no big deal except for a couple of other details. First, most of our clothes, hangers, cosmetics, personal hygiene products and other stuff is coming from Denver and will not arrive until the 26th of January. So, with a limited wardrobe and no washer, I am beginning to look a little ragged, which leads me to the second highlight of the last few weeks.

I have tried and been assisted by a wonderful architect and builder, to make Paragraphs as energy-efficient and "green" as possible. One of the new technologies we used is a tankless water heater. The concept is absolutely beautiful, the water is heated when the faucet is turned on and the water flows through a series of elements-- there is no standing tank, full of water, to heat, cool, and heat again and it takes up an area about 2 ft. square and 6 inches deep on my closet wall. Best of all, when I want to take that long, relaxing, soak in the tub I won't run out of hot water.

Great concept but on the first day we arrived we could only get a little warm water. Some investigation, turning up the thermostat, adjusting for air in the pipes from the irrigation installation, yada, yada...and we were all looking forward to a hot shower. Disappointment reigned. The builder investigated and tried everything until he finally realized that the electrician had installed this new technology the same as an old style water heater with a tank. After a week of tepid showers we were giddy with excitement that a solution had been found. Dirty clothes don't seem as bad when one is clean underneath and we were noticing that no one wanted to get too close so our enthusiasm cannot be understated. Arriving home after a trip to Brownsville TX, where we had been negotiating with the nice Sears salesperson, to no avail, I headed straight to the shower believing all had been resolved with the addition of a couple more circuits. Alas, all was well until someone turned on the kitchen faucet and my never ending supply of hot water did the unthinkable -- it ended.

Now, by this time I think BJ, the builder, and John, the architect, had serious doubts about my sense of feeling. Surely there is hot water, there has to be. Joni is getting a little stressed out and you know how women are. Now mind you, no one actually said any of this, but I can imagine what was going through their minds. So, yesterday, they both arrived on the scene, determined to solve this mysterious situation.

After finally deciding that I wasn't delusional and that one should be able to expect enough warm water to shower while someone else washes the dishes, calls were made to the manufacturer. At first everyone was convinced that this was the best that could be expected and we began discussing what to do next. Then, someone decided that this was just too strange, if this was the best performance one could expect from one of these new-fangled contraptions the company would not be selling any and so the manufacturer was called again and the individual elements within the unit were tested. Voila, problem located, and will be solved someday soon. Meanwhile, one person can have a nearly unlimited supply of almost hot water.

To our delight, we have also discovered a temporary fix to our washer problem. The bad transmission makes the agitator go a little haywire which is what causes the water to overflow, and eventually run out the bottom. If one only fills the tub halfway, it can slosh around all it wants and the water still stays within the tub. So, until Sears decides to do the honorable thing we can have clean underwear--just in case one of us is in a car accident.

I know this blog is supposed to be about opening a bookstore, but in this case the store and my new home are all wrapped up in one package and I am doing everything at once so all these little annoyances are part of the day to day process of getting ready to open Paragraphs.

And just so no one gets the idea that everything is going badly or that I am completely discouraged I need to tell another story. Several evenings ago, mother and I took the bookends for a walk on the beach. We were near what is known as the end of the road where there is not any development and all one can see is the gulf, dunes and the bay. As we looked west the sun was sinking below the horizon and casting a beautiful deep pink glow over everything. To the east we could see the full moon rising over the white-capped waves of the gulf and at that moment we spotted one of the most perfect yellow blossoms tucked into the sheltered side of a wind-swept dune. Yes, no matter what, life is going to be good on this sandbar.

5 comments:

Linda said...

Hello, I have been following your blog for a couple of months now and am enjoying reading of your trials and triumphs. Also a resident of CO for 30+ years and considering a future move to S. Padre. I lived in Galveston back in the early half of the 70's and always wished to move back along the Gulf coast. I have also wished to open a bookstore but at 53 almost 54 I would rather browse a bookstore and walk along the beach finding a nice spot to plant my umbrella and read a good book. I love that you have all this wealth of wonderful information right at my fingertips. I wish you all the very best. Your blog has helped pass a rather cold winter in Colorado...Lin

Marc said...

Joni, I'm glad to see you haven't lost your sense of humor yet and the island is helping you keep things in perspective.

Of course, clean underwear is hard to beat.

Mary T said...

Joni- My friend Sparky asked if we had found your store yet. He's stuck in Kansas City Mo this winter...Brrrrrrrr. I hate it that you are having these trials, but am really enjoying your sense of humor about it. I don't find the address other than on Padre Blvd. Did I miss it, or is it not listed till you're open? I want to order a book on interstate exits if you're going to be up and running before we leave in March. I'd rather buy local than on the net.
Mary T

IzzyRocks said...

I enjoyed your water problems, or rather you recounting of them. I try to remember that how I deal with these problems is going to be the determinant as to whether my life is going to be joyful or sad. Sounds like you picked joyful, loved the image of the yellow rose. Isn't yellow for friendship in the rose sending lanquage?

Joni said...

Wow! I have seriously neglected my blog and since Spring Break is going on all around me but passing me by I have a few moments to respond.

First, thank you for the comments. I am amazed that people from such a diverse background and geographical area have found my blog and taken time to read and comment.

Linda: I can certainly understand your preference for spending your time reading and not taking on the challenge of bookselling. There are days when I ask myself if at 50+ I am crazy for doing this since I do not have the same energy level I did 10 years or more ago. But, I am enjoying the challenge and hopefully the satisfaction I get from seeing Paragraphs become a part of the community will make the effort worthwhile.

Mary: You are probably on your way home now and I hope you have a safe trip. I am sorry I missed the opportunity to help you with the guide, and hope you will give me another try. We will get more organized - I promise.

I always appreciate your comments, Marc, and believe me a sense of humor is necessary to get through some of my days.

And then, IzzyRocks, how in the world did you find the PurePadre blog? However you found us thank you for reading.