Far too many things are still open, in progress, or waiting for action.
|Far too many.|
Downstairs is an echoing wasteland, waiting for friend Thommy to do his magic in a few of the rooms. He did the decorative concrete work in our main area -- he'll pour in the office and 'quilt room' to match it. He's terrific at this, by the way -- go here for more.
Once he's done, the painting starts -- every single room. (Earlier, if we can get it.)
The dogs have had a great time 'supervising.' Now, though, they're a little nervous that they'll get left behind. So they follow even closer, tripping us up. Or they sleep in convenient spots, like the hallway.
Upstairs, boxes and piles are everywhere -- but in great part because so many drawers and cupboards are empty. (We found a bag of coffee beans, but the coffeepot and electric grinder are still missing. Update: the coffeepot is here! Found by the Brick, who went to Sam's and bought ground coffee.) We have two bowls and a handful of plates to our name -- in part because they were in the dishwasher, and the clearaway guys missed them. Still haven't located the can opener, though.
The good news: space in the freezer is growing, as I use up things inside.
The bad news: the can opener is still missing -- and the baking tins are packed. (We use foil 'sheets,' carefully folded, to bake stuff.)
The master bedroom closet, last to be emptied, is deserted, thanks to a dozen+ bags waiting for the Vietnam Vets pickup. Going through the clothes was an archeaology dig, more than anything. I even found some forgotten outfits that fit nicely. (Lesson to self: continue to buy largely in black, tan and cream, with some accent colors plus sky blue. They all match, that way.)
Some stashed-away Christmas presents, too, which the girlies are receiving now with some amusement. (They also got their coming-up-in-August birthday presents too...but those were wrapped.)
I have clean underwear...but where in the world did all my t-shirts go? I've been forced to swipe some of the Brick's, instead.
|Guess I should be grateful I have clean underwear on, at least. Right, cheapchick...|
Our goal is to have everything upstairs packed by the end of Thursday -- or Friday, at the latest. (Or maybe even Saturday...sigh.) Then we can finish packing the storage trailer and clear out some donations. Friday, our clearaway guys are coming back to mow the lawn and weed-whack. (Hopefully take just a few more piles to the dumpster, as well.) God willing, we'll have painting crews upstairs and down on Monday. Then once they're done, the floor guys move in.
Target date for the house to go on the market: June 16.
Both our real estate agent and the contractor say that if the house is 'freshened up,' as they put it, it's going to sell fast.
I hope so. God willing.
We got at least 6 inches of snow this week, maybe more. (Daughter #2 thinks they got around 8 inches in Nederland, up in the mountains.) The skies are still overcast, with an occasional spurt of rain, but the snow is mostly gone. Our poor trees got banged around, but are recovering.
And I'm tired.
But there's more work to do.
If you're in this position, remember: