Tuesday, January 02, 2007

And The Race Is On

Ok, if I write down the words where others can see them, then I have to follow through. Been in a major state of denial because I don't want to sell, but sell I must.

Dayamitalltomofohell! Haven't been able to turn these particular lemons into lemonade.

This house will be ready to be listed by the end of this weekend. There really isn't that much more to do - the down side is that all funding for the necessaries for the house comes out of my food budget. Have a line on a cheap mirror to put over the bathroom sink - since I was not the one who broke the mirror I can't blame this current spell of bad luck on that. The rest is mainly outside - the side yard fence, power washing the cottage, blowing off leaves and such. Ran out of the left over paint when doing the front bedroom so I have to get more paint and finish that. Shampoo the carpets in the bedroom.

I don't like the idea of people coming in here. I freely admit that I am part hermit. At least I won't see them when they come here but I will know they were here. Having to keep the place spotless so others can come in and judge whether or not the place is up to their standards. Yuck! Not being able to smoke inside while the house is on the market - double yuck. Having to round up Token and Bailey every time someone comes to look at it - well, I am thankful the girls are grown and not at that toddler stage.

There is such a big part of me - the ostrich part - that just wants to go away while this all takes place but that is not gonna happen. No more being able to sleep late, being able to stay in my pj's all day just because I want to, are you sick of my whining yet?

I spent an entire marriage walking around on eggshells, being measured against illogically high standards, never being good enough for whatever "it" was. When I left, I never wanted that feeling in my stomach again. But, that is exactly the same feeling I get when I think about the process of selling.

The words are set into bytes. No more excuses. No more delays. Time for action - not a time for revving my engine in neutral.


  1. Anonymous10:22 PM

    What happened that causes you to post about Token AND Goldie. I thought Goldie belonged to your neighbors.

  2. Token does belong to the neighbors. She was just visiting. Was very sweet of Baby Girl to get her an outfit.

    I posted their pictures because it had been a while since I had done so. No other reason.

  3. Goldie does belong to the neighbors.

    not Token.

    Token belongs to me.

    Obviously, the bleach fumes from scrubbing the floor has gotten the better of my brain.

    Goldie belongs to the neighbors. Token and her are inseperable, however, and it is a feast or famine with them going back on forth between the houses.