Did that title give you a little thrill?
I sure hope so. I’ve missed all of you, too.
So, you ask, what was the big deal that took me away from blogging for so long?
Well, folks, I just didn’t have time, or energy, for blogging. I was busy with the full-time Job From Hell while trying to get my life settled again after ….
Buying a new home and selling my prior home!
As usual, Cordelia’s Mom did everything backwards. While most empty-nesters search for a senior apartment or a small ranch house with minimum maintenance, we opted to go from a 987 square foot, one-bath saltbox on 1/8 acre to a 1282 square foot, one-and-a-half bath colonial on 1/3 acre.
There are stories galore in that experience, and I’m seriously considering writing a book about my house-hunting adventure. I’ve checked with a few, more experienced blogging friends, and they seem supportive of the idea. I don’t know how long it will take to finalize the project, but you’ll see the finished product here first. Are you excited? I know I am!
Meanwhile, I intend to bore all of you with the ongoing household issues. The house we bought was built in 1939, and we purchased from the original family (that’s right, we’re only the second family living in this house since 1939!). The downstairs was never updated, and the upstairs dormer addition seems to have been built in the late 1950s/early 1960s.
The kitchen is so tiny that we had to buy apartment-size appliances and a small folding table.
The kitchen sink is in the original metal cabinet – it was all the rage back then, but not so much now.
Lots of work – but with a certain amount of cash and lots of elbow grease, we can make it beautiful.
It may be old, dirty and disgusting, but it has good bones, and definite possibilities (just look at that interior architecture!) – and it’s ours.
Have you wondered the last few months why I was re-posting all those renovation stories about the old house? Well, guess what – you’ll get to join me in doing it all over again in the new house – new windows, new bathroom, new paint. And a new fence, so Puppy Cody – who’s used to running free in a fully fenced-in yard – can finally enjoy her new home.
Puppy Cody and I are getting seriously tired of those walks on leash at 6:00 am every morning. Puppy Cody definitely does NOT like walking on leash, and I think I may need rotator cuff surgery by the time we’re done, what with all the pulling and balking.
And you gotta know, based on how things generally go for me, that there will be lots of enthralling stories during the construction.
Stick with me, everyone. It’s going to be another fun ride.
(BTW, I haven’t seen Not CM around in awhile. I’m not sure she made the move to the new house with us … only time will tell.)
Love to every one of my loyal readers!
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