Monthly Archives: August 2011

Let the painting begin!

 

     Today G and I will be cleaning walls and getting ready for the painter to work this weekend.  The neighbor was over cleaning the living room walls yesterday and told me I won’t believe the difference with just that done.

     When we leave, we’ll load the 1950’s dinette into the car and take it to Goodwill.  All that leaves in the house is my dresser, armoire, the cedar chest, and the damned organ.  I can’t even give that organ away!  No one wants it.  Now I’ll have to pay someone to come and take it away.

     I’ve talked to my next-door neighbor’s son about coming over to the house and using his scaffolding and ladder to get into the attic for us.  I hope we can quickly clear the attic of stuff.  I really have no idea what is up there.  I hope not much.

They don’t want to go to sleep

 

     It’s been one of those nights.  Neither dog will go to sleep.  If it isn’t one it’s the other. 

     “Need to go out.”

     ” Want attention.”

     “My ear is itchy.”

     “Bark, bark, bark…I heard something.”

     “Wanna go out again.”

     Dang dogs!  GO. TO. SLEEP.  It’s four in the morning!!!!

Things are ripening in the garden

 

Neat exercise apps on the Kindle

 

     I’ve downloaded two 99-cent exercise apps.  One is a yoga program that times each pose for you and the other one is an Ab strengthening app.  This should be interesting.

     I hope to start my day with a couple of routines.  It’ll be nice to get back into the swing of regular exercise.  I’ve been too stressed and too tired even to think about it lately.  I have missed going to yoga classes with G but the price went up too high for us to go.

     Now that things are moving along on the house, I imagine I’ll be able to take the time out for me and do the work.  I’ll also be able to hit the weights again, something I’ve not done in a while.

We’ve reached the painting zone on the house

 

     I’ve hired a painter to come in and paint the MIL’s house.  By the end of next weekend, the house will look very nice!  We are now one giant step closer to selling it.  Can I have a yippee?

     Once the painting is finished, I need to get the flooring for the bathroom and kitchen.

     Then our roofer needs to do the garage roof.  When he’s finished, the ‘for sale’ sign goes up.  Wish us luck!

It’s only 88 days from now

 

     A peek at an idea for you…

     Brad surveyed the ancient Victorian home with a jaundiced eye.  “If I hear one moan, one groan, or one chain rattle, I’m out of here.”

     “Aw, come on.  It’ll be fun.”  I tugged on his sleeve leading him up the steps.

     “Fun for you, maybe.”

     “Yeah, I always enjoy hearing a big strong man scream like a little girl.”

     “Keep it up and I won’t go in there.”  He gave me a look that would curdle milk.

     “We’re getting paid.  Other people have to PAY to go to this house.”

     “Remind me, why are they paying us?”

     “The say their ghosts are angry about something and they want us to find out what it is before they open the house to the public for Halloween.”

     “Yeah, that’s the part I don’t get.  We’re private detectives not freaking ghost busters.”

My new finial for the newel post

 

    A few weeks ago, DH took a stumble at the bottom of the stairs and knocked the ceramic pineapple off the top of the antique newel post, smashing it into a million bits.  We had a ceramic pineapple on it because the post came to us without a finial. 

     When we first put the newel post in, I’d looked all over for a finial to top it but had no luck.  Then one day I saw the pineapple and knew it’d cover the hole on top of the post.  I bought it, painted it, and glued it on.  It wasn’t perfect but it worked.

     So there I was without a finial again.  I began a search online and this time came across someone who made proper wood ones on E-bay.  I don’t have a paypal account, nor am I a member on E-bay, but I knew someone who was…I contacted Chuck.  I showed him the finial I wanted, he ordered it for me, and delivered it yesterday.

     I have to tell you this person does excellent work.  The finial is a perfect fit.  Now all I have to do is match the antique stain and finish of the post.

Lazy tonight…garden pictures

There are bad days and there are good days

 

     Some days, I find myself terrified out of my wits when I see DH having trouble getting around.  Yesterday was one of those days.  More hot weather had his MS in an uproar after he was only outside for a little while.

     When he can barely walk from one end of the room to the other, tears make my vision swim.  My heart weighs heavy in my chest as I watch him struggle to stand upright.  I can hear my brain screaming, “I can’t do this.”  Then my heart speaks up and says, “You love him.  Yes you can.”  Yes, I can do this.  No matter what my fears, I can overcome them and be here for him.

     I’ve learned only to offer my help when he is at his worst.  Any other time, he growls at me.  I know he doesn’t mean to be such a bear but sometimes it’s his only defense against feeling helpless. 

     Then there are those special days when I wander downstairs from an inadequate night’s sleep to find he’s poured my coffee and he has it fixed exactly the way I like it.  Then he smiles at me and I fall in love with him all over again.  We can do this no matter what his MS throws at us.

Home of the mooches

 

     Sometimes we have to share what we’re eating with the pups.  It’s either do that or suffer through ‘the mooch.’  Gavin will rest his head on your knee and droooooool.  Patty will sit directly in front of you and staaaaare at you.

     If we open the freezer for an ice-cube, we must pay the toll of one for each dog or suffer the consequences.  The walking blockade maneuver is the most frequent consequence and they use that on DH.  I don’t have a problem walking so when they try it on me I can easily push them aside.

     Never open a banana in this house and expect to eat it all.  These dogs can hear the skin tear and will pop out of a sound sleep for some.

     DH likes gummies and these too he must share.  The pups get only the teensiest of samples, but it’s either he gives them some or they’ll poke him to death.