Here’s where we are living while Mrs. Invisible and I continue to slog through the required paperwork and await the closing of escrow on Casa DeLuxe. She worked for a TV network for 30 years. They certainly made a big deal out of it if ever she was late turning in a story for broadcast. Now that obtaining a home and mortgage depends upon processing her pension in a timely fashion, they can’t be bothered to do it properly. We won’t be getting the house in time for the Fourth of July. F#*% CAPITALISM!
The motel is pretty low-tech, even for this region. The kitchen appliances work, sort of. The refrigerator and coffeemaker do. The toaster doesn’t, and the microwave is 50/50. There’s no WiFi in range, so my laptop is currently a typewriter.
There are views of, well, the highway the cabins are located beside.
This is looking out the other way. Still not great, but the flowers are nice.
The cabin is decorated in the “whatever’s cheap” style of design. Godawful floral prints and fake paneling.
Though there is a clock-radio, there is neither a telephone nor television reception. The cabins feature instead a small analog TV hooked up to VHS players stocked with films for those with average tastes.
To call the bathroom small would be understatement. Not only is it not wheelchair-accessible, unless you are svelte it’s not even human-accessible. I haven’t been in there once without hitting my head, my knees, or my elbows. The hot water runs for almost a minute before turning ice cold.
The cats have given Casa Not-So-DeLuxe rave reviews. If you have food, a place to poop and somewhere soft to lie down, what more could you possibly want? I must try to be more like them.