Boy it has been quite a week. I’m having trouble sleeping (YAY! It’s 5am – time to get up!), it seems that I barely remember to eat (for a person whose life revolves around her next meal, this is very odd), and I am still obsessing about inspections and appraisals. The house was inspected last Thursday and Friday. The appraisers were very friendly and pointed out a couple of minor items and essentially told me not to worry. I will stop worrying when I actually see the list of items to fix. The timer is counting down at a rapid pace – I only have 3 more weeks until the scheduled closing date. No word yet on the appraisal.
Our house is rapidly becoming uninhabitable and unshowable. There is a constant parade of people coming over to pick up “stuff”. What we can’t sell on Craigslist we are giving away on Freecycle and what we can’t get rid of that way we are taking to the dump. Yes, some stuff is moving with us – and that is getting packed. The pile of boxes in the dining room keeps getting taller but the amount of work left to do doesn’t seem to be getting smaller.
It is hard to go through 13 years of stuff without getting sidetracked… by…. well, everything! Today I decided it was time to consider donating my wedding dress. This turned into a few hour trip down memory lane. Oopsie. Well, I have learned one thing – the dress actually still fits. It zips all the way up. See? Not too shabby after over 20 years of marriage. Not only did I waste my own time, I wasted my poor husband’s. I made him take pictures to prove it.
The good news is that I have one less thing to obsess about as of this weekend. We will NOT be homeless for a month. I was able to find a golf villa down at the coast whose owner would let us (and our 3 cats) rent for 4 weeks. It’s less than 10 miles from the beach house so we’ll be able to sneak in on changeover days and do some work when we need to. This leads me to my most recent profound thought:
It isn’t a problem if money can solve it.
Now if only vexing health problems could be solved this way…