Ouchie

One thing I've never been good at is judging distances or time. Or looking at furniture in the store and knowing whether it will fit in my house or not. What is that called, anyway? Well, here's why I bring it up: before I moved back into the house I had a list in my computer and an image in my mind (and a song in my heart) about what I would do with the house. It seemed pretty simple. Toss out what I don't want. Fix what's left. Done! Now write the Great American Novel. How hard could that be? Apparently very.

It went fast at first...but of course that makes sense. I did the EASY part first so duh, of course it went fast. Now it's like molasses. Lara came to the house yesterday and was all excited to see the progress I'd been bragging about. She looked in the garage and deflated before my very eyes. Underwhelmed. So I had to describe how it was before...and bless her little heart, she either started to understand or did a good job of pretending to.

At the end of June, whatever I can't have gotten done by myself I will have professionals come in and finish up. It's like a safety net and I feel much better knowing that it will get done whether or not I can do it myself.

The bad part is that I wanted to have gardens by now and that didn't happen. And I won't be able to do it til I come back from Brooklyn. So friend Pammie is going to help me put together some quick and easy container gardens so I can at least grow some parsley and thyme. Maybe next year my yard will look like this????