I’ve got to say, I could never be a realtor. I feel for the gentleman who is working to help me find a new home. I want the character and mature yard of an older house – with the amenities of the new modern builds. Finding that is turning out to be quite the challenge. I do have patience and time, so in the mean-time, my yard-sale, charity, and throw-away piles continue to grow. I hope the kids appreciate my getting rid of all of this stuff so they won’t have to deal with it twenty years from now.
Getting the house sorted and cleaned feels almost as good as getting the taxes done – maybe even better because I may actually get some money back when I hold a garage sale this spring. Speaking of which – the garage that is – that particular portion of my house is the most daunting aspect to tackle in this whole moving project. The irony being, I cleaned and organized it last summer so you wouldn’t think it would be so tough. Not so. I cleaned and organized. I didn’t throw any of those things away that I will not move to a new house. There is going to be at least one trip to the hazardous waste dump site to get rid of all the partial cans of paint from all my projects.
The wind is blowing frightfully today. The sky to the east is blue but there is an ominous blackness to the west. Not a good sign. Yesterday was warm and sunny – just like spring. That is Colorado for you, never dull for the meteorologists. Oh, there we go, it is snowing now, little tiny flakes on a horizontal dead run. It is January after all. Guess I will go back to doing taxes until the football games come on, or I could clean out that closet in the sun-room, or….