Le plus c'est la meme chose.
Or so they say. (I don't know who 'they' are . . .) But really, right now in my life, the more things change, the more they change. Period. End of story.
The realtor turned out to be a liar, which did not really surprise me. But in a way, I'm grateful. If he hadn't been a liar, I wouldn't have had the appraisal done. If I hadn't had the appraisal done, I wouldn't have needed to have the land surveyed. And if the surveyor hadn't found what he did, I wouldn't have needed the contractors.
Five rooms in the house are torn up. What had become my peaceful "nest", finally, is completely chaotic and turned upside down again. And once again, I have to go through ALL THE THINGS (this makes the fourth go of assessing, winnowing, scaling down, re-deciding what truly "grows corn" for me at many levels). It's really snarking uncomfortable. And it's going to get worse.
All of the windows in the house are due to be replaced. We bought a bunch at Habitat for Humanity Restore. All they need (after installation) is a good cleaning and some custom screens, and they'll be almost as good as new. Seven windows, in fact -- way significant cost savings. Then a trip to Home Depot (why didn't I just open a vein . . . I'm sure I'd bleed money, by this time!) to buy the rest, five new screen doors, and two exterior doors.
Chris came up today to put some flooring in the attic. Well, as Dad always said, "before I can one thing, I have to do three other things first." True. Before Chris could put the flooring, he had to move boxes of stuff. Then he had to move the boxes of stuff some more so he could put flooring in the other side of the attic. But before he could put that flooring, he had to pull the illegal ceiling fan . . . and the hard-wired light over the stove . . . and before he could do that he had to kill the power to half the house . . . which halted all the work on one of the windows . . . You get the drift.
There are still nine windows that have to go in before they can paint the outside of the house. They're going to try to do three a day. Hopefully, they'll also get two of the rooms finally finished and ready to paint. Then next week, the outside painting and the demo and repair of my bedroom ceiling. And the week after that, hopefully, the painting of the inside of the house. Then the flooring people can come in . . . .
Then when all of that is done . . . finish the xeriscaping.
The good news . . . . when it's all done, the place will be awesome.
The bad news . . . . I still have to sell it.
Or so they say. (I don't know who 'they' are . . .) But really, right now in my life, the more things change, the more they change. Period. End of story.
The realtor turned out to be a liar, which did not really surprise me. But in a way, I'm grateful. If he hadn't been a liar, I wouldn't have had the appraisal done. If I hadn't had the appraisal done, I wouldn't have needed to have the land surveyed. And if the surveyor hadn't found what he did, I wouldn't have needed the contractors.
Five rooms in the house are torn up. What had become my peaceful "nest", finally, is completely chaotic and turned upside down again. And once again, I have to go through ALL THE THINGS (this makes the fourth go of assessing, winnowing, scaling down, re-deciding what truly "grows corn" for me at many levels). It's really snarking uncomfortable. And it's going to get worse.
All of the windows in the house are due to be replaced. We bought a bunch at Habitat for Humanity Restore. All they need (after installation) is a good cleaning and some custom screens, and they'll be almost as good as new. Seven windows, in fact -- way significant cost savings. Then a trip to Home Depot (why didn't I just open a vein . . . I'm sure I'd bleed money, by this time!) to buy the rest, five new screen doors, and two exterior doors.
Chris came up today to put some flooring in the attic. Well, as Dad always said, "before I can one thing, I have to do three other things first." True. Before Chris could put the flooring, he had to move boxes of stuff. Then he had to move the boxes of stuff some more so he could put flooring in the other side of the attic. But before he could put that flooring, he had to pull the illegal ceiling fan . . . and the hard-wired light over the stove . . . and before he could do that he had to kill the power to half the house . . . which halted all the work on one of the windows . . . You get the drift.
There are still nine windows that have to go in before they can paint the outside of the house. They're going to try to do three a day. Hopefully, they'll also get two of the rooms finally finished and ready to paint. Then next week, the outside painting and the demo and repair of my bedroom ceiling. And the week after that, hopefully, the painting of the inside of the house. Then the flooring people can come in . . . .
Then when all of that is done . . . finish the xeriscaping.
The good news . . . . when it's all done, the place will be awesome.
The bad news . . . . I still have to sell it.
