Living Simply
Spent most of the morning painting and scrubbing the cement basement floor.
Do people really care if a basement cement floor is clean? Maybe it only matters to me but if I went to look at a home I’d want it to be clean.
I try to imagine what I look at when I view a home. It’s mainly a quick walk-through — not inspecting if the tub or toilet are clean.
Somehow first impressions seem so important to me.
Last evening we signed our listing agreement to see the house.
After 28 years of living in this house we are finally going to hand it off to someone else.
All the memories that were created here will still be in our minds.
Just the physicality of the memories will be missing.
New memories will be created in our new house.
As long as the people we love are in our lives, we can’t ask for anything more.
So I’ve waited all morning and the contractor has not shown up yet.
Yesterday he said that he would finish by today. Uh — no, I don’t think that’s going to happen.
I wouldn’t mind so much except that I’m waiting for him to do his work so that I can paint the room he’s working in and I don’t want dust over possibly wet paint.
Went to the store and got more painting supplies.
On the way home, I reminded myself that after next Monday, everything will practically be done as that’s when pictures are taken. So, only small packing will need to be done.
Now that’s something to look forward to!
Having a contractor around to do little touch-ups is nice but things always seem to take longer than one anticipates. At one time I would wonder if they’re working but when I do similar things I find it’s the same way.
Things just take longer to do if you want it done correctly.
Today is painting day again. Spiffing up an old basement.
Had we continued living in our current home,, the basement was the next remodel.
Looking forward to a newer home in Minnesota.
Today a friend came and hauled a lot of the larger items that we aren’t taking with us to Goodwill.
There are a few items left but the house will be staged with our furniture so for now they will remain here.
It would be so great if we received an offer on the house once it came on the market.
The packed boxes everywhere make the house look cluttered. Hopefully by mid-week those boxes will be safely stacked in the basement or garage.
Feels a little bare with hardly no pictures on the walls.
Detaching oneself from a house they’ve lived in for 28 plus years is not an easy task.
Growing up, I never spent much time in the kitchen. My mother once tried teaching me how to make white rice.
I like to pack. Really I do. But this is getting ridiculous.
Family and friends all know of our Minnesota move now.
I’m just not a shopper. Gotta get going though.
It’s official. We are moving to Minnesota — land of many lakes.
Colder winters mean sitting in front of warm fireplaces.
Snow means the ground won’t look dirty in the winter.
Sunshine and more sunshine.
I had a dream last night that I was trying to hide from people and I was shoving my body into this tube. It was so hard to try to get myself through this tube and I was afraid.
I don’t know why I was afraid. And my body was not fitting through the tube.
When I woke up, my body was in the fetal position and my legs were so tightly curled that I could hardly uncurl them.
Obviously, dreams must affect you while you’re sleeping.
I’ve often wanted to have a sleep test done so that they can determine what activity is going on in my brain that affects my body so much.
I’ve been reading the book called Dream Psychology to see if it can shed any light on my dreams. Haven’t made it to the “good” part that tells me anything worthwhile but I’m sure it’s coming.
Well, hopefully
