Sometimes expression is difficult.
My “former partner” was the subject of a discussion recently. I didn’t know what to call him! He was my first true love, and that love continued until his untimely death in 1996. We lived together, we were not married, although he wanted to marry. He is often in my thoughts, and always in my heart. I ended up calling him “my former partner”, which seems so flat.
Life is a funny affair, you never know when you will come full circle and discover your own tail.
It is another busy day, here at the country house. After cleaning the masonry heater clean outs, I tackled the main firebox. Luckily most of the fine ash fell through the grate and into the ash dump. There were a few clinkers, which I scooped up and threw into the fire pit.
Next on my list was the little cast iron stove in the family room downstairs. I cleaned the glass. Then I cleaned the ash bucket. The ash bucket looked so good that I decided not to use it, because then I would have to clean it again. I didn’t think that one through! So I shovelled the ash into a large plastic bucket. Since the last fire was last week, there were no warm coals. After emptying the small ash dump tray under the stove, the removal job was done. Then the cleanup began. The wood stove and hearth are looking shiny and used!
I also began to clean the screened in porch. Attila used it over the winter to store firewood, so it was a real mess, and dirty. I got it swept out, but have to wait until we get the arbour out of there and into the garden, before washing the floor.
The realtor and his entire team are coming tomorrow morning. I anticipate a good photo and video shoot, it is supposed to be sunny. Our house has a lot of windows, so when it is bright outside it is bright inside too.
There is much left to do before the arrival of the realty team!
Attila did some painting of the new stairs during his brief lunch break. I offered to do more, but he said no, he would do it. I think he has his plan of attack all worked out and doesn’t want me to interfere with it.
I killed the wasps nest in the old gas BBQ that resides on the deck. It has to go to the dump, but will probably end up in the shed at the back until Attila has a chance to make a visit to the dump. I arranged the lawn chairs on the deck, carried the lounge chair up, washed the spiders and dirt off of it, and observed that I have to vacuum the deck again, more stain has peeled.
I have a list of little jobs, it never gets shorter because as I cross things off, more little jobs pop up.
Attila and I are tired, but are managing to keep going. We eat well, and we are sleeping well. There just isn’t any down time right now.
Soon I will be leaving for the little house in the city, and Attila will be left here to handle the house viewings on his own. I am trying to get the house into a condition where Attila need only attend to cooking his own meals, bathing, doing his own laundry, and doing a minimum amount of daily cleaning to keep the place looking ready for potential buyers.
Already Tank is packed tight with items that we are moving to the little house in the city. Soon we will pack a lot more into the car, which I will drive to the little house. Attila will travel in Tank, to join me after he gets home from work on Saturday.
We have way too much “stuff”!
There is a frost alert for tonight, so the planter I bought to hang in the arbour will be staying in the living room until tomorrow morning. We haven’t planted anything this year.
I think this entry may be as scattered as I am feeling!
Date: 4:00 PM EDT Wednesday 13 May 2015
Condition: Partly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.6 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Wind: W 15 gust 30 km/h
“True happiness is of a retired nature, and an enemy to pomp and noise; it arises, in the first place, from the enjoyment of one’s self, and in the next from the friendship and conversation of a few select companions.”
1672 – 1719