Tuesday, September 1, 2015

'Fessin' Up

Bless me Father, for I have sinned.  It has been XXX years since my last confession:


1.
I mentioned my friend who has difficulty letting anything go.  I encourage her to get rid of things, but she resists and probably thinks something is wrong with me for passing things on so easily.  (I trash very little, but I do donate and pass things along.  It's easy to do here in  wear it out, use it up, make do New England.)

The other day she asked me if I saved old Christmas cards.  I said that I did not.  Now I have to confess that I found a whole stack of old Christmas cards as I was cleaning out some cupboards---just the fronts.  I use them to decorate Christmas presents.  I wrap in plain paper and then stick a pretty card front in the middle of the package.  Seriously--use it up--these look pretty, you can put the to: and from: in a corner, they pack ever so much more easily than bows if you send gifts in the mail.  And it is thrifty! (Sounding defensive?)

2.
The weather is supposed to turn very hot and humid again.  Will I completely blow my Florida gal credentials if I admit that I am actually longing for some cool autumn nights?

Keep in mind that I have AC in Florida and a wimpy little fan in Vermont.

3.
I reminded myself that everything happens for a reason.  I invited the universe to provide me with a place and I trust the universe.  No need for stress.

And then my face breaks out like a teenage girl's--just to let me know that a.) I have not spiritually evolved all that much and b.) the universe has a wicked sense of humor.

I read this thing on Facebook about how retirement was the fulfillment of every teen's dreams--one of the dreams being for clear, unblemished skin.  Seems unfair that I should still have breakouts, does it not???




Looking

I have an offer that I can accept and I hope that thing progress smoothly.  The next step for me is to start looking for my next home.

I went to a few open houses for fun this weekend.  The first three made me think, "Oh, no!  What have I done?"  The fourth place was absolutely gorgeous--although just as big as my house so putting the lie to downsizing--and also more than I really want to spend.  I was not discouraged in the end.  I really feel that I will find my space.

I also relaxed considerably.  I was so stressed about my house not being perfect.
HA!  Nobody's is...well that last townhouse that I viewed was pretty darn close.

I have started packing up some things.  I am NOT a last minute kind of person.  I am the type who, in school with a paper due, would not be able to write the paper at all if I let it go to the last day.  I am not energized by looming deadlines.

The packing up so far consists of making piles--Habitat for Humanity,  Goodwill, Reuse Shed, trash.   When I get all that stuff out of the way, I think I will feel lighter.

A friend says that she cannot make those kinds of piles.  Her piles are all some version of 'keep.'

Thursday, August 27, 2015

And a bumpy landing...

So, my last post showed some of the pictures that were forwarded to me by the real estate agency last Saturday morning.  I thought, "Gee that looks so good maybe I will just stay here."  My plan was to put in serious cleaning time after the kids left on Sunday and into this week, too.  I have a list of things that need doing--from having the underground fuel tank removed to having the chimney cleaned.

I took off for the lake for the rest of Saturday.  When I got back, I was getting Dane into the shower, not and easy chore, (What?? I have been in the water all day!!) and starting something for our dinner.  It was around five thirty.  I had not taken my cell phone to the beach and I didn't notice the message light on the home phone blinking because it was on the floor behind the couch.  Don't want picture of cluttery things after all.

Well there were frantic messages from the realtor when I did check.  Wanting to show the house at five o'clock.  What, now?  It was after five by that time.  Later I saw an email from her letting me know she had listed the house.  No, wait.  I need time to clean and fix!!  But no, she said people were coming at 8 on Sunday morning (Hence the breakfast cupcake) and she absolutely had to be able to reach me at all times.  Like selling a house is a matter of life and death?

Stress.

The house has been shown eight times since Sunday morning.  I have four offers to consider.  I was thinking that it would be sold by next spring and I would feel good about that.

So now I am inviting the universe to place mia querencia in my path.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Big Leap

Okay, here is a real tip.  It is simply insane to put a house on the market while entertaining grandchildren.

I know this from experience.

In truth, I thought I was just getting advice about how to go about selling--but my slow processing speed and a high-powered, super aggressive real estate agent left me with head spinning.

They did manage to take pictures that look like the house was not overrun with a real life Peanut's PigPen.






One of the consequences of this happy, wide-angle picture taking was that I could not find my answering machine.  That is a whole 'nother story!

Monday, August 24, 2015

Visit

The past week was perfect summer weather.  My granddaughter was here for three days but then she had to go home so she could attend high school orientation.  (Which is something that does not even seem possible.)  My grandson was just not ready to go home so we stretched his visit out to a full week.  He really thought he should be allowed to stay until Tuesday since he doesn't have to go back to school until Wednesday.

The weather was most conducive to time at the beach.  We only missed one day.


One day we had a picnic, much to the delight of the seagulls who were given a special invitation by the grandkids.

We took a trip to Smugglers' Notch and climbed on rocks.  It would have been a great place to take some pictures, but I forgot my phone and my camera is broken.

We, of course, had to do some shopping.  Dane discovered the joys of the mall when he realized it wasn't all clothing stores--there was a skateboard shop, a toy store, and a sporting goods store there as well!  I bought him a soccer ball since he has been playing with a friend at home this summer.  This may have been a mistake on my part.  If we weren't swimming, he wanted to be playing soccer. 

Now, I really, really wanted to encourage this kind of activity over sitting with a hand-held game device.  My head and heart were right there.  The old body, however...  Actually, I do get an aggressively competitive streak when undertaking these endeavors--enough to impress the young lad.

Eating out is a treat now that we are no longer limited to a choice between McDonalds and Burger King and who might be giving out the better toy in a kid's meal.  A big step in growth and development.  We ate outside on Church Street in Burlington and enjoyed the people watching as well as the food.

Liked the food


Liked the wifi

Sunday morning breakfast at the new bakery.  Milk and a chocolate cupcake--what happens at grandma's house stays at grandma's.


On Thursday, Dane went with me to make cards with the group I meet with about once a month.

One of us was more into bling than the other.


Then we went to a Lake Monsters baseball game.  Fun, except the home team lost.



Who doesn't love a ball game and a hot dog?

Friday, August 21, 2015

Still...

Someday soon I may have the energy to read and comment!

Monday, August 17, 2015

Grandchildren Time

It will be a busy week with grandkids.  I have some time to use the computer now, but I find that I just really want to go to bed instead!