It’s like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a knife

After spending the morning at Buck’s Automotive where they now know me by name “Hey! It’s Kaitlyn and the Ford Ranger! It must be Tuesday!” I spent the rest of the day trying to get my apartment together.

I actually moved in yesterday, but took a look around and realized I couldn’t move my stuff in until I cleaned the whole place. But that necessitated a shopping trip because it’s a furnished apartment in the sense of furniture but the cleaning supplies stop at a broom. So commenced a pleasant trip to Target complete with dozens of debates like “do I spend $40 on a vacuum cleaner or just put up with filthy carpet? (vacuum) If I buy a mop, can I buy the cheapest one or will I just come back tomorrow because it broke? (go cheap) How clean does it really need to be for 6 weeks? (clean enough, so yes, buy all those spray and a bunch of those sponges)” A couple hundred dollars later I got home and spent the rest of the day cleaning and then unpacked the stuff I had with me.

When I got to that point at about 9pm, I realized how few kitchen supplies there were in the apartment – a plate, a fork, a scary looking pan… – but figured I’d go to my storage shed and get my own stuff to use.  So today I drove over there after getting my tires replaced, endured the usual headaches of figuring out what boxes I needed and how to get them out and finally pulled out all the boxes I could find marked “kitchen.” I drove them home (to the opposite side of town, mind you), unpacked, laid everything out and took stock.

I expected a certain number of duplicates because that’s a giant downside to being on the road. Imagine packing your whole life into two suitcases so you can travel for a living. Chances are good you will not pack your coffee cup and cereal bowls. However, chances are equally as good that you will need a coffee cup at some point. At first you buy a cheap one and when you get tired of carrying it around, you leave it somewhere. But after purchasing and abandoning 2-3 cups, you figure you’ll buy a nice one and keep it. Then the show closes or you go on vacation, so you pack the nice cup away in your storage shed and when you get another show, you pack your two suitcases, go on the road and you need a damn coffee cup!  Repeat repeat repeat.

If the list stopped at coffee cups, this would be a smaller problem. But the situation grows exponentially if you are lucky enough to stay in furnished apartments occasionally and unlucky enough to like to cook and bake.  I’ve got multiple coffee grinders and coffee pots, enough wine keys to outfit this entire apartment complex and don’t even get me started on wooden spoons, rubber spatulas and dish towels because I think I’ve bought a full set for every apartment. It’s maddening.

All this to say that I knew these “kitchen” boxes were a hot mess but I was unprepared for the weirdness of the selection consisting of one cereal bowl, one juice glass, 4 coffee cups, 2 blenders, a wooden muddler I’ve never used, a wok, about eleventy billion spoons, 2 forks and a plethora of wooden spoons and rubber spatulas. Who packed this stuff?

It might be more helpful to list the things I need and know that I own but don’t know where they are: forks, knives, plates, glasses, cookware, cutting boards. I have a fully stocked kitchen somewhere in that dusty little hell hole of a storage space! But I’d have to spend several more days to hunt it all down and I’ve got other things I need to do. So you know what that means?

I WENT AND BOUGHT THEM.

Again.

To repeat, I am finally, for the first time in 5 years, in the same town with all my stuff and I can’t find it or get to it so I have to go buy things I already own.

Somewhere there’s a camera and Ashton Kutcher is laughing.

Do you have a replicant in your house?

I actually worked today. Can you believe it? I just couldn’t take the bed rest situation a minute longer. Of course I worked on my bed since there’s no other option in my room, but I don’t think that counts. And after working for the majority of the day on a writing assignment that might pay me money some day, I came to the realization that I wouldn’t pay for what I’m currently writing.

That’s not a good realization.

I got this job writing 1 and 3 day city itineraries for a website. If people like them and buy them from this website, I get the money. Initially, I thought “it’s a job!” and then I thought “except I myself wouldn’t ever buy an itinerary off the internet when I can find almost everything I want for free.” This led me to thinking about the conditions under which I might buy an itinerary. Which are none. I think even if it were really cheap, I wouldn’t buy it because I can find everything for free. But maybe there are travelers out there who think differently? I hope so. And if not, at least I have the experience and the credit writing.

Fun to spend your whole day on what might be a hopeless task. Good times.

However, I also got my truck and my computer back today. To anyone living in the Tucson area who needs a mechanic, go drop it off at Buck’s Automotive. I took my truck there and told them that it had been hardly driven for the past 5 years and that I knew it would need some work. I asked them to call me and give me the bottom tier of  “things we have to do or the truck might burst into flames” and  the top tier of  “Good ideas that aren’t urgent” and anything in the middle that they recommend.

And they did. They called me several times to tell me what was happening, they did all the necessary work, ran estimates on the rest of it and finished in less than 2 days. It cost nearly what the truck is worth but that’s not their fault. 5 years of being a neglectful truck mom will take its toll. They also told me the useful little tidbit that most tires are made by companies in Japan that are still struggling from the earthquakes, so tire prices are only going up. If you need to replace your tires, might as well do it now cuz they aren’t getting any cheaper.

Who knew this blog would turn into a font of useful car knowledge? Don’t worry, it won’t continue. I drop off my rental car tomorrow, pay the bill and settle into the blissful state of turning on my truck and hoping it runs for the next 6 weeks; so don’t expect any more car stories after this.

My computer, however, is a different matter. I discovered today that the Apple retailer (alert! Different from an Apple store!) that sold me my computer upgraded it (at my request) with a bigger hard drive but neglected to inform me that the hard drive wasn’t made by Apple. This means that my hard drive isn’t covered under my computer warranty. How about that? So now the genius nerds at the Apple Store (the mother ship, if you will)  say they replaced some stuff on my hybrid replicant computer and they think the hard drive is fine but that I have to go elsewhere to get it replaced if it fails.

Whadaya know. Information that might have been useful when I bought my computer and questions of origin I didn’t know to ask: exhibits A and B.

So, that’s your Thursday lineup: replace your tires now, check your computer for replicant-itis (Does your computer favor clear plastic raincoats? Does it lack childhood memories of its life in the factory? It might be a replicant… ) and lastly, but mostly, tell me what you want in a travel itinerary.

That is all.

Thanks.