This morning the weather is beautiful. There is a bit of a haze, the sun is drying the dewdrops on the trees.
I continue to take it easy, but am beginning to add activities to my days. The medications are making me slightly tired, slightly nauseous, but only slightly. My appetite is back, a good sign.
Today I discovered a pool of fluid on the floor in the downstairs bedroom. It hasn’t rained for a week, so it can’t be a leak, and besides, there would be telltale signs of leakage, on the wall, or ceiling, or along the floor. This pool was near the middle of the room, and nowhere near any plumbing or walls. This is the third time I have found mysterious small puddles in the middle of a room, with no evidence of the cause. I am pretty sure it is Mist, who is not at all happy with the clean house, or the strangers who come through at inconvenient times… when she is sleeping, which is almost always. 🙂
After I found the first mysterious puddle, I broached the theory, that Mist was responsible, with Attila. He would not entertain any such idea. He thought of at least four other possibilities, all of them highly improbable.
This morning I decided that enough is enough with the mysterious puddles (and the bad smell). I cleaned up the latest puddle, then moved all of Mists belongings into the mudroom on the main floor of the house. The mud room opens onto the screened in porch, where we spend a lot of time in the summer, so she will get lots of companionship there. She has a brand new, comfy cat bed, her food, plenty of water, her cat litter, and a nice window sill on which to sit and watch the great outdoors whenever she pleases. The door to the mudroom will remain closed at all times.
If the mysterious puddles stop appearing then I will believe it was Mist who was sending us messages. If the mysterious puddles still appear, I will know for certain that Mist had nothing to do with them.
In the meantime, my big activity for today is to wash the floors downstairs, in the rooms where I found puddles.
Attila spent yesterday, Sunday, his day of rest, removing high branches from the trees outside the kitchen window, and building a screen for the downstairs bathroom window. That took most of the day. At my urging he scheduled no other projects for the rest of the day, so that we could “sit” quietly together and enjoy the lovely weather, and the evening. We sit out in the screened in porch, where Mist likes to join us. Attila lifts her gently onto the big pine wood box that is tipped on its side and used as a table of sorts. From her perch she can watch the wildlife.
It has been a week since any potential buyers viewed the house, a predictable slow down. Nothing in our price point seems to be selling, or any price point below ours for that matter. We will be touching base with our realtor again in August, and at that time I will ask him for details about what has actually sold in our area, our price point, and our type of rural property.
We are proceeding with preparations to implement Plan XXX, in case the house does not sell this summer. This serves to remove the stress of the “what ifs”, and doesn’t cost anything but a bit of our time and effort.
Date: 9:00 AM EDT Monday 6 July 2015
Pressure: 101.9 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Wind: SE 9 km/h
“Each failure to sell will increase your chances for success at your next attempt.”
1923 – 1996
[It isn’t that I necessarily believe the above quote, it is that I desperately want to believe it! :)]