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I hope you like the music section today because anything interesting I might have to say is there. I'm thinking along pretty mundane lines this morning.
Aches and pains all of a sudden--where the hell did they come from???
Have to clean the house because a real estate agent is coming Friday to give us an idea of what we can ask for the place when the time comes. Can't have him thinking we're trying to sell a pig pen. By rights we should hire somebody to come here and do the housecleaning, but my own conscience won't allow it. Here I am, playing housewife. The least I can do is keep the house clean. Oh, it's neat, all right--things are put away. No unnecessary clutter. But clean? Um........let's just say when it gets to the point where I can't stand it, it's time for action. Steve is amazingly forbearing on this score.
The real estate agent is the one who will tell us it'll all be great if we just: repair the drywall, remove the wallpaper, do some painting, refresh the landscaping. As usual, it'll fall to me to do the grunt work. Removing the wallpaper, putting the primer coat on for painting. The wallpaper thing is what I dread most because it makes such a huge mess and creates the biggest upheaval. I don't mind the priming or the work outside on the landscape. But a painter? I have no such pretensions. Not a steady enough hand for a decent finish. Steve will easily deal with that and the drywall.
Happy Monday, or, if it's the end of your day, I hope it was.
We are partners who transitioned to a new place, from city to country and into the house of our dreams. But settled or not, life never stands still. Every day is still a day of transition.
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After a long hiatus, I'm back with every good intention of sharing a few observations about this new life in the country. I hope it will be daily. I would dearly love to sweeten the pot with some music, but the copyright police have made sharing tunes on Blogger dangerous to the health of blogs, so there will most likely be silence on that score. I live for comments, so feel free....
About Me
- Ralph
- Hertford, North Carolina, United States
- Born on the boomer cusp, November, 1945. Retired early because I could. Love days gone and those to come.
5 comments:
Ralph,
I, however, have no problems whatsoever having someone clean my house, and I do, every two weeks. Even in retirement I can't bear to waste the time dusting and polishing.
Well that gives me something to hink about!
One more thing, Kathy--anybody willing to clean that museum you call home is worth their weight in gold. If I had what you have, once I regained my sanity I'd hire somebody too....
Well, Ralph, Moe and I were wondering what you and Steve thought of Kat's house when you visited last Thanksgiving. A wee bit crowded, yes? My father referred to her house as very "busy". If she did all the dusting and polishing, it would be a never-ending cycle! Kat kids us that we will have a hell of a time going through her house when she "toes up" (as my mother used to say). My only hope is that I "toes up" before her.
Ha! Never thought of it that way, Sheila. My thing is that I'm already too big for most spaces--when I'm in a place like that I feel like I have to pin my arms to my sides and just stand as still as I can so nothing falls/breaks/ends up on me. Folks like me are why the express ion "bull in a china shop" was invented.
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