The shed finally gets painted!
I think “The List” has become a sentient life form! It started as a punch list of 100 items when we purchased the house. My beloved whacked it down to 75 before he fell ill and died. I have continued to hack away at the list. Friends, family and sometimes hired help have helped me to whack some more off the list. It was at 28 this morning but I allowed myself to add to it. I have found myself arguing to avoid any additions, to just finish what we originally listed. I lost the argument today and added eight window replacements. They are all poorly hung, leaking, single pane windows. Only one should be a problem replacement because of its location. Three I might be able to do by myself, if Dahve will assist in the selection process. Who knew there were so many different flanges to windows?
The List now sits at 36 with seven items to be completed before December 31, 2016. The total estimated cost is between a conservative $10,000 to a possible $13,200. “The List” is the reason I may work freelance for a few hours after I retire. I have a couple of post retirement offers of work. I will be fine with Social Security if I keep the income under $17,000.
I didn’t get any work done on the loft room or any of my could of, should of, or would of’s. I did get the tool shed painted and is ready for winter and the sprinkler system is finally repaired. The connecting pipes were disconnected from the main pipes. The general belief is this happened due to the tilled soil settling and/or running over them with heavy weight. We deep tilled the soil before installing the pipes due to the problems in the yard with chunks of debris buried in it. We removed several truckloads of trash and concrete before the yard was ready for seed. I would rather repair the sprinklers than have toxic trash and bits of concrete work their way to the surface, ewww. The side yard was not tilled and I am still digging out trash from inside the house six years later! Six heads repaired or replaced and my dead lawn is good to go again.
I feel like this was a good weekend. Sprinkler system repaired, shed painted and a great talk on Sunday from Andy. No Elvis impersonator this Sunday, but a great version of “Can’t Help Falling In Love”. My take away this week is to love on purpose, to think before I speak and to bear with those irritations in life. (Co-workers come to mind, 468 days to retirement!) More positive thinking and positive talking! I also spent time with the beautiful daughter, son-in-law and my stolen son’s daughter. The four of us walked through IKEA, (g-daughter and I did it twice) so daughter could get design ideas for their new house.
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So what do you do with a 55 plus year old widowed granny. Put her to work on the chain gang installing flooring! I am my own taskmaster and the end to this epic 1,300 sq. ft. project is on the horizon but not quite in sight.
It all began back in October when I completed my research on what type of flooring I wanted. I decided on a sustainable product that was readily available and on sale. I ordered it from my local big box store in person and oopsie the store employee checked the wrong box. It was an easy mistake, I wanted click lock and not solid. Arrgh, it took multiple managers and three months to correct the mistake. I received the flooring in mid January and had to put the project on hold for my daughter’s wedding. Needless to say I was not happy to celebrate Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s as well as wedding festivities on an ugly slab of concrete!
I have officially passed the halfway point and am almost to two thirds. Yea me! I go home from work almost every night and try to do 2-3 rows of installation. I usually have a quick lay down of thirty minutes to relax and detox from the stress of the day first, grab a bite for dinner and then get cracking!
It is not especially hard work and I occasionally have help from a friend who has even more trouble getting up and down than I do. Fortunately DaHve has the experience of being a retired contractor. The daughter has dropped in a time or two to swing the rubber hammer as well as one or two grands. Almost everyone has had a small hand in this project. My “son” ish and his wife as well as 4 of their children did all the carpet tear out for which I am soooo thankful. That was a dirty awkward job I am glad I did not have to lift a hand for.
Soon my floor will be this beautiful expanse of wall to wall bamboo! I can’t wait.
If I can do it, you can too!
I am so humbled. Here I was bragging about my kids like any mother would do. I met S as a very active fetus who was strong willed even back then. J, J & M are what I call my stolen children. They came into my life as young teenagers. It was not through any active choice of my own, they were simply kids that needed some loving and I had some to spare. My beloved mentored the young men and stayed close to them until he died; he is still close to us in our hearts.
I’m not a better person by any actions of my own but, I am a better person simply by knowing these four and being allowed into their lives as they have all grown into amazing people. I am so proud of my four kids as they have grown into adulthood. They have all faced some pretty bad things but have taken the high road. I was never faced with the kinds of things they were bombarded with as children and young adults and am not sure that I would have been even a little amazing.
So…bragging comes naturally for me. Sitting somewhere in the room was a young woman who I had never met until it was time to leave. She walked up to me and tried to tell me how wonderful I was. I set her straight as gently as I could, don’t you see, it wasn’t me on the giving end; I was on the receiving end. I received all the love that should have gone to absentee parents. I, I, I,…I explained. She smiled and understood what I meant and then said something that has haunted me for several days.
“I was in high school before I understood that I mattered. One of my teachers told me. You did a good thing.”
Does that stab straight into your heart as it did mine! She is with a wonderful family now; I assumed wrongly that they were her birth family.
I see all these silly Facebook challenges all the time. Dear Reader, I challenge you to tell someone they matter this week, someone you wouldn’t normally uplift. It is such a little thing to be kind and could mean so much.