I need to get my houses in order. That’s right, houses plural. A few months back, my attorney called me “landed gentry”. Yep, I have an attorney now too.
Things have settled down since Dad died, no fresh dramas to send me spinning. No complaints about that, but I have been reeling somewhat in the aftermath. There are too many things I want to do, too many projects that need attention. I’ve been skittering between them making no real progress on anything.
Ideas are bountiful right now, many of them are good to great ideas. I want to do them all. Right now. So I run off half-cocked and start up something new. This week I’ve been working on not doing that, on setting everything aside except for the two houses. There’s the one I live in and the one I inherited.
They both need work. The other house needs paint, linoleum, a plumber and an electrician before it can be put up for rent. My house needs paint and organization, the shower is out of commission and why are tankless water heaters so darned expensive??
Here’s my big confession of the week: I cannot throw a room together. I do not fancy myself an interior designer. I, in fact, wholly suck at the endeavor.
There are too many boring details in this gig. All those measurements (I also suck at measuring things), all those little bits of hardware to keep track of, washing paint brushes. Blarg.
There has been some progress. After six paint samples, I did finally finish the fireplace.
Yep, I’m sure HGTV will be calling any second now 😉