I’ve been feeling a little… ahem… un-toned lately and I’ve been meaning to get back in shape. (I hate feeling flabby but starting a workout
routine is… well, just a perfect contestant for procrastinating. Ooh, I like that… “procrastination
contestant”. Sounds rather validating and Olympic-like, doesn’t it?) Well, guess what? I’m well on my way to firm buttocks, baby,
because I forgot what living with STAIRS is like! Oh, ow. And because I can be also a little impatient I’ve been sprinting up to
the second floor a lot. Got. To. Stop.
OK, maybe just slow down a bit. I would like to tone up some
Anyway, the move went well. Chance is doing fine and sleeping well (yay!). The cats have adjusted and have quickly
proclaimed themselves royalty of the new kingdom. Keen and I are sore. It isn’t completely over yet; we still have a
large number of potted plants to move over but they make the current,
on-the-market house garden look pretty. AND, learning
from all the hellacious
open houses I visited, I know you have to make sure the house looks pretty. I didn’t paint (beyond touchups) but we
cleaned any offending marks off the walls (baby wipes ROCK!), did serious deep
cleaning, made repairs – major (foundation, new fence) and minor (sticking
doors, broken tile) – and got the garden in order. The funny thing? Guess how many of the service people who came
through to make said repairs asked me, “If you’re selling the house why are you
fixing it up?” Almost ALL of them!
Scary. It’s sort of
like trashing a car because you know you’re going to sell it in six
months. I know lots of people do it, but
I kind of figure you loved that item once,
treat it with a little respect!
Or at least don’t screw up your resale value.
Pictures to come (eventually)! For now, more unpacking. (If they had a packing/unpacking robot, like
they have the vacuum/mop robot,
I would SO buy that!)