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Gearing up for the Pennwriters conference

 

     Although I’ve neglected my writing the last two months, I haven’t given up on it.  (I promise I’ll get to it again once the MIL’s house is situated and on the market.)  My hotel room is reserved, my conference fee is paid, and I’m ready for my working vacation.

     Basket fillers are piling up so our yearly donation of baskets to the conference will be ready to go on May 12.  I’m not sure how many baskets we have as of yet but it looks to be, at the very least, four or five so far.  I do have to buy a few things to enhance the baskets.  There’s nothing like some good chocolate tucked in among books to tempt one to buy a ticket.

     I’m looking forward to seeing all my Pennwriters friends.

I’ve picked out my new washer

 

     Wow, I made a whole nine dollars at the consignment shop.  It seems that a few of the scarves I left there sold.  That’s great because right now every penny counts.  I looked at washers today.  Holey moley, there are too many choices out there and none of them is cheap.  I seriously thought about a front loader until I began to think of how many times I’d have to bend on a laundry day moving clothes from the washer to the dryer.  My back might not love me after that.  I’m going for a top loader.

       I even went over to get a good look at G’s new washer.  Hers is a top loader like one of the two I’ve narrowed my choices down to after shopping.  She loves it.  She ran hers to show me how quiet it is and how the machine sits like a rock on the spin cycle.  My water pipes will be happier.  The old washer used to rattle them something awful on the spin cycle.

     Tomorrow I will buy the one that I think suits us the best.  It’s almost identical to G’s but has a slightly larger capacity tub.

Eek! Don’t open that!

 

     Today we made a little foray into the MIL’s basement.  I wanted to measure the new stainless kitchen sink we found in a box down there and G remembered seeing two wood picture frames that she wanted for her counted cross-stitch.  We really must remember not to open anything unless we’re prepared for a fright.

     G decided to open a box and found tons of plastic containers from every food known to man.  We know we’ll be setting out two recycling bins a week of plastic again once we begin to clear out down there in earnest.  I happened to look in a paper bag and found a large pile of gorgeous antique linens of every sort.  We will have to wash and iron all of them now.  You might know we already got rid of the ironing board along with the iron.  At least the MIL’s washer works. And that’s more than I can say for mine.

Zapped again

 

     Just when you think you might be a little ahead, ZAP something goes wrong.  In our case, it was the washing machine.  It died last night.  The final load finished the rinse cycle when the machine decided that it no longer wanted to spin.  I was saying a few choice words while wringing out clothes by hand so I could throw them in the dryer.  I am so glad it was a small load.

     The parts to fix our old washer are no longer available.  Therefore, I am now in the process of raising our credit card debt by a few hundred bucks to purchase a new one.  Decisions, decisions do I buy a front loading water saving model or do I stick with the tried and true top loader.  What brand do I want?  I’ve been researching washers until my eyes feel as though they are bugging out of my head.  I know a couple I don’t want; they had so many bad reviews that I won’t even consider them.

     I swear our bank account is hard-wired into our appliances, when we seem to have a bit of a cushion, one of them decides it is time to croak.  Last time it was the freezer.

The gardening begins!

 

     Although we had clouds that threatened rain all day, we had a warm and pleasant day yesterday.  When I woke up and saw the sky, I put off my trip to the grocery store.  I knew with my luck, it would pour buckets full, when I had to carry all of the bags into the house.  Therefore, I decided to try to sneak in some much-needed gardening before the rain.

     I could’ve gone grocery shopping since the rain never made an appearance.  However, I’m glad I did the gardening because I managed to clean out both the side and pond gardens before dinner.  It felt good to be outside for change.

     I have only one more area to clean out and ready for planting and that’s along the back fence.  For now all I need to do is trim back the zebra grass and keep the weeds from overrunning the area until it’s time to plant my veggies there. 

     I’m glad to see my perennials are happy and thriving because I’ll split some of them to take over and enhance the landscape at the MIL’s house.

Thank you Chuck!

 

     I have to thank Chuck for coming over and getting the furnace at the MIL’s house to run properly.   The man is one hell of a great friend!  I was afraid we were going to have to call someone in and pay through the nose to have it done.

     In spite of disabling pain from breaking his back–not once but twice, Chuck came down, found the problem, and corrected it.  Thereby saving us a bundle.  (Take a bow Chuck, you earned it!)

Finding fresh ideas

 

     Fishing season began today without us.  We never go for the first week or so.  There’s too many first timers around.  After a couple of weeks they soon get bored and find other things to do, which leaves the river banks clearer for those of us who enjoy going all the time.

     I look forward to sitting on the riverbank and daydreaming or bird watching while my hook awaits the nibble of a fish.  It gives my brain time to relax and that helps stir up the writing urge.  Since it’s been a long time that we’ve gone fishing, I’m hoping for some fresh ideas.

     I carry a notebook and pen along with me to write down things I see, hear, smell, and even the taste.  There’s nothing like the taste of a picnic lunch along the river.  Another bonus I’ve found is that there’s never a shortage of characters along a riverbank.

You have to spend money to make money

 

     I am here to tell you that it is true.  The only way we’ll make a dime selling the MIL’s house is by sinking more into it now.  The cheapest thing we’ll do is paint every room. 

     The most expensive things will be putting tile flooring in the bathroom and kitchen.  The toilet and sink need replacing and so does the medicine cabinet.  Then we must do something about the back of the house.  A deck would be nice but I think we’ll only be putting in steps to go up to the sun porch above the garage.

     Then there’s that all important curb appeal.  I’ll have to do some gardening over there putting in some brightly colored flowers, which will help the outside look nicer.  The handicapped ramp needs power washing and a good stain.  There’s a lot of trimming needed on shrubbery in the front and back yards and I know someone who we can hire to do that.  If I’m lucky, I can get a discount.  The lower areas of the house need new stucco and we already spoke to our neighborhood roofer about repairing the garage roof and inspecting the rest.

     All of the above comes AFTER we clear out the house.  We’re getting closer to that day.

Out like a lion

 

     At least the flowers are trying to bloom.   Goodbye March!

The treasures keep popping up

 

     Yesterday we uncovered another treasure.  Under a pile of stuff in the basement, we found a first edition James A. Michener Report of the County Chairman’ with a dated autograph.  We weren’t really working down there.  We took a friend down to check out a few things he wanted to buy.

     With the friend’s help, we were able to put Grandpop’s mattress and box spring out on curb for the garbage.  This means that one bedroom is almost completely empty.  All that remains in there are the dresser and armoire I am keeping and an antique radio that I need to find a home.

     We lifted the rug to see what the hardwood floor was like underneath it and it looks to be good shape.

     G collected a ton of wire hangers and put them in a recycling bin to go out on Sunday while I worked on garbage detail, and filled several bags.  We are making progress!

Today and yesterday

 

     Off again today to do more work on the MIL’s house.  We hope to clear another bedroom.  Sunday we took down all the curtains except for one window in the living room and about died from the dust.  With the curtains gone, the rooms are much brighter.  There are blinds to keep nosy neighbors from peering in to see what we’re doing.  Unfortunately, we couldn’t take down the curtains in the living room because there are no blinds behind them.

     I put ribs in the crock-pot so when I get home we should have a tasty meal ready and waiting.  All I’ll need to do is whip up some side dishes.

     DH had his MRIs yesterday and we’ll hear about the results when the neurologist let’s us know.  After spending that much time at the hospital, he was shot for the rest of the day.  Gavin and Patty seemed to sense this and behaved themselves…for a change.

     I’d stayed up to make certain he got off okay for his early morning appointment, and to take care of the dogs’ morning routine.  Didn’t get to sleep until after nine a.m. and slept until almost three in the afternoon.

DH needs to relearn how to relax

 

     Staying up to make sure DH is awake and out to his MRI appointments this morning.  His new neurologist feels that he needs them since it’s been a while since he had any done.  His first one is scheduled for 8 a.m. and the second for nine.  He had trouble sleeping since he knew he HAD to get up.  I hope the MRIs prove helpful.

     Yesterday he forgot his morning medications and had trouble walking as a result.  He told me that once he remembered to take them it wasn’t long before his gait improved.

     Saturday, fishing season begins here and I hope to have both of our licenses soon after so I can get him out of the house.  He needs fresh air, sunshine, and something to do that he enjoys.  He needs to relax.  I can set him up at a decent fishing spot, take a power walk, and then join him.  I’m picturing many picnics beside the rivers in our future.  This is something we haven’t had time to do over the last three years with his mother’s poor health.