Just when I think the crazy is going to break and I can resume a normal routine…
It’s kind of like when you push the next corner looking for the finish, only to find another seemingly unending climb around the bend. Help is complicated, and at least a couple hours out. Downshift. Push. One segment at a time. It’s up to you to get yourself back home again. That’s not anything special. This is life.
Moving should be exciting, especially when you’re able to move-up to something that better fits your needs. Mostly, this has been the case, in almost every way, but the projects seem unending and I find myself yearning for structure again and the time/energy to continue the exercise, advocacy, and blog movement. It’s going to take some work to get back the focus, but I want it, I will paratriathlon.
Being able to salvage the shower situation here has been huge. I may think differently when we get the first water and gas bill, but that big shower and having myself a nice seat along with grab bars has been amazing. In our former house, I’d transitioned to taking my showers sitting on the tub floor, so yeah, this alone is an awesome upgrade. Anyhow, with being able to move the complete bathroom remodel further down the list, and not having moved into the living room/kitchen yet on account of the late-night floor refinishing of moving weekend, we decided it was time to get some painting done.
As I mentioned last week, I wouldn’t consider this house a major fixer-upper, but it has turned out to be an extreme cleaner-upper. We’ll eventually paint the rest of the inside of the house, walls, ceilings, trim. It’s not horrible, but there are dings everywhere that we’ve been patching, and Greta has gone through a case of magic erasers trying to lessen some of the schmutz. Painting is something that I use to be able to do, and I consider myself to have been pretty good at it, but the reality of ataxia has made the task something I simply can’t do anymore by myself.
Thursday night of last week, with the stretch of dry weather outside we were thinking it would be a while before the painter would get to our inside job. The floors were given their ten days to cure without being bombarded with harsh furniture, so we decided to move all the living room in. Let me tell you, the feeling of having our living room furniture in place was pretty amazing, up until Friday morning when the painter called saying he was going to start our paint job on Monday.
So come Sunday, Greta moved the living room furniture out again (we’re saving money on a new gym membership with all this shuffling) and my father came over to help us move the washer and dryer from the laundry room back to the garage, and the refrigerator to our entry/office so we would have access when the painting ensued. In preparation for painting, along with the furniture moving, the mantle above the gas fireplace insert had to go, there’s another DIY project down the road to cover up the lovely green marble (thank you Pinterest, for inspiring my wife with work inducing ideas), but this will be the improvement for now.
Aside from sorting out a couple landscaping shenanigans, the end of this painting project will put the rest of our big (things that cost money, we’ll still continue the sweaty, manual labor stuff) house projects on hold until sometime next year, when we we’ve financially recovered and can cash the next thing. The preface of this blog post blew-up, so I’ll finish out with some sparsely captioned photos to put you in the fumes I’m presently breathing. I hope to be able to share the finished project, furniture move included, sometime in the next week.