Friday, June 20, 2008
Charming 3 bdrm, 3 ba, 2 car garage
The sign went up yesterday, and now we start the waiting game to see
if when the house will sell. The place has never looked better. I've discovered the secret to having a warm, cozy, care-free nest. First, take half your stuff and pack it in boxes and put it in the garage. Then, take half of what's left and throw it out or give it to Goodwill. It's amazing how sparkling my house looks and how quickly I can tidy up! I have half a mind to call Goodwill and tell them to come get what's in the garage. I honestly can't remember what's in most of the boxes out there.
It took just 16 years, but we finally replaced the "foggy" window in the master bathroom. We kept saying, let's just wait. Someday we'll replace all the windows in the house. And for 16 years the light bulb at the top of the stairs has been out, but for good reason. When we moved in, Joey was only 3 years old. There are two light fixtures in the hallway and it was way too bright in the evenings to leave both of them on for him. So, we unscrewed one of the bulbs and it's just always been that way. It don't know how long the carpet in Luke's room has carried a red ink stain. (Now 15, he gave up coloring with markers years ago.0 But only $40 later and Larry-the-carpet-guy patched it up as good as new.
I'm a bit envious of whomever comes in and falls in love with this place. And I know someone will. The rosebushes are in full bloom. The back screened-in porch has been freshly painted and is especially welcoming on days like today. The kids' rooms are clean and bright, and the beds made up with colored quilts.
It will be nice to make a change and find a new place to call home and to make into our own nest. I hope it doesn't take too long. Because as much as I love having our home all nice and clean and fixed up and decluttered, I don't think I can handle this for more than. . . oh, I don't know. . . three more days? I have found that it's easier to keep to a routine with less around. At night, I do one or two loads of laundry, and it is dry and folded and put away in dresser drawers by morning. It's easy to run the vacuum cleaner with less furniture in the rooms. And I didn't go overboard planting flowers this year because I knew I wouldn't want to take a lot of time to care for them, so the few pots of geraniums and the window boxes in the front window look especially cheerful and decorative.
As odd as it sounds, I find that I (almost) actually like to clean when there's less around. Yesterday, I was talking on the phone with my friend Kathy and wiping down cupboards at the same time. It was invigorating! I'm kinda liking this new side of me. I could be a clean freak. Like my sister-in-law who cleans when she's bored! She doesn't have a lot of stuff around her house either and she's not even moving. I counted her cookbooks one time (when she wasn't looking) and she has five. One came with my brother, I gave her one, and another came with the stove. Curious, I went home and counted mine. I have thirty-seven. I've tried to part with some of them, but you just never know when you might want to whip some Paella Valenciana from the Mediterranean Taste of the Good Life, or maybe roast a side of beef over a fire as described in Recipes from the Oregon Trail. I can't help myself, I just love to collect cookbooks. Now, they are safely packed away, out of my way, but still comfortably in my possession.
Perhaps the key is to find a new home with a 4-car-garage. Three for Dan and one for me. I could store my cookbooks and anything else I can't bear to part with, and still have a sparsely decorated home to boot.