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?


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


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


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!

Friday, August 14, 2015

Different Kind of Painting

I did a different kind of painting today.  I believe that I mentioned that I have had the house appraised and inspected as I keep thinking I have too much house and too much yard and taking care of all that interferes with other things I could be doing.

My house is in good shape but there are things that need taking care of. Electrical codes have changed since the house was built in the '70s. I have an underground fuel tank which is frowned upon.  Bolts are needed where nails have sufficed for thirty years.  My smoke detector is the wrong kind--even though I know that it works from the occasional kitchen mishap--burnt toast or a bubbled over pie in the oven.

And then there is that wallpaper which is currently out of fashion with home buyers.  I stripped the wallpaper myself and was going to call in a handyman to paint.  A few years ago we had the the two story entry way, the upstairs hallway, and the ceilings painted.  last fall I had the trim painted in the living room.

It occurred to me that a.) ceilings and trims were the hard part, but I could easily handle the large wall area myself and b.) I definitely will have to hire the electrical work done (It's not complicated stuff.  Mike could have done it himself, but I am afraid of electricity).  Well it seemed silly to spend money on something I could easily do myself.  I mean the paint was expensive enough.  I have the time, so I painted the walls.  I painted them with "White Sand" by Benjamin Moore, which is what I have in the entry and hallway.  Nicely neutral:

The carpet is something sand and the exterior siding is something sand.  I guess I choose dirt colors.  Even better might be DUST shades for home interiors.

I put on two coats and it looks pretty good.  The real estate agent said I could just paint over the wallpaper, but I could not bring myself to do that.  When I had the wallpaper done (15 years ago?) I scraped off old wallpaper, painted older wallpaper, and oldest wallpaper to get to bare wall.  I would not put another human being through something like that.

The building inspector did tell me that in spite of all the nit-picky things that would appear in his report ("no house is perfect"), the house is in excellent shape.  That made me feel good because Mike and I did take pride in our home.  I don't know how quickly the moving process will take place, but this home will always live in my heart for the memories made here.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Art Lessons

I spend some of my hobby related money on water color
even though I have had absolutely no art instruction

I do have a clear memory of, perhaps five years of age,
standing at an easel
staring at the blank paper.
I painted a green line across the middle of the paper.

My child-like whimsy persists.

I have decided that -- most likely in Florida this winter -- I will take some lessons.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015


I have been making cards--on my own and with the group.

A small sampling of recently completed or almost completed cards:

It is a fun hobby, but don't think it is a cheap way to supply oneself with cards for every occasion.  There is just no end to the supplies one needs, I mean needs, for this entertaining occupation.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

A Wedding

My nephew, the younger son of my second younger brother, was married yesterday.  It was a gorgeous day for an outdoor wedding.
The happy couple.

My brother's two son's, groom on left.
Good looking guys, aren't they?  The one on the right is available but I doubt you will be seeing him star on The Bachelor.
First dance as a married couple.

Weddings are so beautiful.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

New Shoes

We cannot solve our problems wearing the same shoes we wore in creating them.
                                                                                   --Leigh Weinraub

This quote is from an article "Awakening to Walk and Talk Therapy," Spirituality&Health
(May/June, 2015, p32).  Leigh Weinraub was a tennis player and coach who is now a psychologist with a private practice.  The article was about how she uses walking in nature with clients as an alternative to sitting in an office and just talking about problems while the therapist sits in a chair of authority.  I can understand that, but the quote above just strikes me as a good excuse to go shoe shopping.

I have shoe shopping on my mind because I had to do some shopping.

My nephew is getting married on Saturday.  Their wedding website says, Attire: Formal.  Occasions for dressy clothes in my life--well let's just say I did need to go out and buy a dress.  Then I realized I did not have shoes to go with it.  Another shopping trip.

I found a plain pair of pumps with a fairly low but still noticeable heel.  It has been so long since I had heels on my feet that I have had to wear them around the house to practice walking without turning an ankle.  It's not like riding a bike.  You do forget. Or lose muscle memory.

My sister-in-law suggested that I wrap an ankle in ace bandages and borrow a pair of crutches, make up a story about a non-shoe related accident, and wear comfy slippers to the wedding.  Hmmm...kind of a practical idea.

A google image

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Catching Up

Apparently, I have been living under a rock.  But I am catching up now and have been watching a couple of episodes of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt for the past few days.  I had not heard of it until seeing the trailer on Margaret's blog.

I was pleased to be staying current with Last Tango in Halifax but I now am seriously considering deferring that til another time.  August is prime sink into a depression time for me and, let me tell you, British dramas don't have anything to offer in the way of lightening the mood.

This August marks the second anniversary of Mike's passing, but August has always been a trigger so it is not just that.  At least I know it will pass and that I should exercise extra vigilance around machinery and such.  I get extremely accident prone when I am depressed.

I have been reading  The Awakened Introvert: Practical Mindfulness Skills to Help You Maximize Your Strengths & Thrive in a Loud & Crazy World  by Arnie Kozak.

It isn't that this book is filled with startling new revelations for me, but it certainly is filled with needed reminders of what I need to be practicing, especially now.  I think I will need to read this every August for the rest of my life.

I have been dithering about my house situation.  I really need less house and yard to take care of, but I could not seem to make a strong move in that direction even after talking to the real estate people.  My son, the original poster child for indecision, even said I need to kick him out and move on.  That woke me up a little, but the big thing was stripping the wallpaper.  It is done now.  I will have to find a painter still, but taking things off the wall really got me thinking--does this spark joy?  Do I want to take this to a new, smaller place?

I will be taking some trips to Habitat for Humanity Restore with donations--feeling some space open up around me as I go.  I am (to some) disturbingly unsentimental about stuff.  I really do work on the practical/use it or sparks joy principles.

Well now I have two rooms in kind of a mess--the living/dining room and the office where I have stored stuff from the living room.

I am off to clear some space.