What are you doing?
Why? When you aren’t moving?
I have to get ready to move. Besides, a house sells easier when it is empty because the people can see the house.
But if you put your stuff in the barn, then they can’t see the barn and what are you going to do if you want to use something that is packed away?
I’ll worry about it then.
Where are you going?
I don’t know yet.
I think you are doing it backwards. You always do things backwards. Why are you moving?
I love this house but it is too big to keep clean. I want to force myself to sell my collections by moving into a smaller house. I don’t need a barn or 11 1/2 acres or a house of 3500 sq feet. There is only two of us and my husband doesn’t take care of himself so I expect he will die soon.
What a terrible thing to say! But, I suppose it is good to be prepared. All your collections? Good grief! Why did you buy them then?
Because I was trying to buy happiness. I did get happiness for a few minutes but now we don’t have money because of it.
You are so cheerful today! You know how real estate is now. You will lose a fortune selling now.
I’ll feel lucky if I sell it. I suppose we could just walk away but then where would I live? As it is – we are buying down (I hope) and will have a down payment.
What about your dogs?
Well, I won’t pack them into the barn of course!
I mean your dog figurine collection!
Your enamel cream and green and the utensils that match and the Glenwood Stove that goes with them?
What about your white ironstone?
Your mirrors and crystals?
Your fox-hunting items?
Your flower pictures?
There will only be furniture left. Are you sorting through the furniture?
Yep. Some, I’m packing.
Your jade flowers?
Your antique maps?
Are you trying to hide your life in the barn?
Might as well. No one knows I’m here anyway except my daughter.
Well, your husband certainly knows you are here!
Not necessarily but we won’t go into that.
Are you going to pack yourself into the barn?
Nah. Then who would I talk to? Besides, I have a reunion to go to on the 19th and someone has to take care of the dogs.
Oh. Well you missed a shelf of dogs up there.
Yes, better get back to work. After packing comes the cleaning. I do so hate cleaning because of my allergies.
True. I think everyone except your older sister hates cleaning.
Yes. She is in Alaska now cleaning for her daughter.
Well, it’s been nice.
As most of you know, I was appointed as Town Historian (there was no other applicant) and am so excited about it! But then, I broke my foot and now I can’t get over there to look at and breath in the things that are in the buildings. Beside the fact that you probably all know how closed up buildings feel even colder than the outdoors which has been none to warm lately. So I begged my husband to at least help me bring the contents of one file cabinet home to examine.
I have also been immersed in a Museumwise class entitled “Preservation of Photographs and Albums”. So, you know what is coming… This is a very small town. We don’t even have a zip code. But, we do have three historical buildings that contain historical items which show how the people lived here and who they were so I think we are extremely lucky to be able to see our past. I, for one, am not too keen on looking at the future but am a firm believer that we will be needing to use the skills that were important in the past. So, I pulled all of the pictures so that I could store them correctly, identify them and at least stop the deterioration of them. There are so many developments (that was a pun) in preservation that I’m surprised at the good care that they have had so far but some are fading away and look like pictures of ghost houses and people. To stop their deterioration further, this small town needs a de-humidifier, an air conditioner and a small self-defrosting refrigerator; all to be placed in the office where the pictures will be kept. Also, will I live long enough to put them into archival sleeves, matts or boxes? Another expense for a small town. And, are the pictures even important enough to anyone but me to do this? So, we need volunteers and funds for materials from and for a town where there are not enough volunteers to start a Historical Society.
However, I’m having fun! Going through the documents and looking at the pictures I have actually found pictures AND two composition books about my Grandmother’s Mother’s family! Since I have been working on my genealogy for years now – this is BONANZA time. I am now photocopying them. I also plan on photocopying all of the pictures so that we can use those for display and not the originals. It would be nice if I only handled them once and did this when I placed them in the archival containers. Dream on.
Meanwhile, the condition of my house gets worse and worse. Because of my foot, I can do almost nothing so it is dark in here and dreary and piled up with stuff (including one file cabinets contents from the Old Town Hall) and just plain filthy. I would like to sell the whole thing for whatever we can get at the moment and move into a tiny, one bedroom, two bath on the water with windows all around. Of course it would have to have a big enough yard to enclose four terriers and far enough away from neighbors so that we don’t get fined every day for the noise ordinance violation.
I’m wondering how to go about hiring a cleaning crew. When they come in do they wear nose plugs and put things away where you tell them to? Do they dust, wash glass, clean ceramic and wood floors? Change curtains? I mean, I can’t do any of that stuff and my husband doesn’t even notice it because (I should be happy) he is making money so that sometime he can retire in a teeny tiny airy house by the ocean with our dogs.
Well, live long and happily and write composition books about your family for future generations to make them happy.
“What’s that?”, you say, “how was your day?”. Well, I’ll tell you whether that’s what you said or not. You COULD just delete it and I won’t be insulted because I won’t know. (Someone tell me that there isn’t a blog delete counter because I’d be in trouble!)
To start with, I just couldn’t get out of bed. There was a dog to the right of me that was sleeping on the covers that WOULD NOT move. He does the same thing when I try to go somewhere and he hasn’t been invited. First he grabs the carpeting with his nails. I think he is like a cat because I cut them regularly. and if I get him out of the rug he flops over onto his back and turns into something that feels floppy. Then I take him with me. But this time, he was going nowhere!
I had a dog to the left under the covers and she was warm and cuddly. Sometimes, when she doesn’t want to be warm and cuddly she sticks out those long legs and you can’t get near her. She does that at our camp where we have a smaller bed and this gives her more room. My Hubby says she always sleeps with her back toward me and puts one of her legs up his ***.
I had a dog on top of my feet. She’s easy though. All you have to do is say “BOO!” and she jumps up, piddling all the time and looking terribly guilty so that I have to kiss her for a while if I ever can get up. I think it’s the Border Collie in her.
Once I got up, I was ready to go back to bed. I’m slightly compulsive and have my order of things to do. I spend a lot of time in the bathroom so I’ve decorated it as nicely as the rest of the house. In fact, I’m painting another mirror frame there the same color as the wall (off white). It’s one of those old ones with decorations so you can’t vacuum it or the frame disappears piece by piece, yellow and green with gold accents. But not in the morning.
This is what I do in the morning. Get a cup of coffee and a glass of water, sit down and read my current book for however long I want…and I don’t get interrupted by anyone…and it’s kind of comfortable unles my IBS kicks in. Then into the shower. Then the neti pot. I know people think this is gross but it works for my allergies. I’ve gotten so I feel dirty if I haven’t washed my nose, then my teeth: brush with electric brush, brush way back with small brush, Brush between with Xmas tree brush, massage around teeth with that rubber pointy thing and then floss. Meanwhile I can still read! Then I grease myself down, first toner on the face then face lotion and then body lotion. Then I tackle my hair which is getting long again. Almost to the bottom of the shoulderblades. Since I’ve grown it this time from a 1″ cut and can’t stand hair in my face, I kept cheating and cutting the front top but now it’s almost long enough to rubberband with the rest of my ponytail. It will be a bun later. Then dress and “wallah!”
I look at the clock and my Doctor appointment is one hour away. I’m outta there! (of course forgetting my updated list of medications and supplements (42 total so I’m taking them all day and I don’t see or feel any different for the supplements – but I guess they are preventatives). The only trouble is that some are big and if I’m in a hurry I have trouble. Tonight I got one stuck in my throat and it really hurt. I drank a glass of water, I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a big piece of crust. It wouldn’t go down; nor would the pill come back with it. so I ended up sticking my finger down my throat which worked (and no food came out, thank goodness). It was a medium capsule of COQ10 and believe me, I didn’t take another. I think I would rather have a heart attack.
Late at the Doctors. Believe it or not – I am actually losing 2 lbs every three months! By the time I am 80 I’ll have reached my goal. I’ve given up on the cholesterol. He added another pill so I’m now taking 8 pills a day for that. But, I guess I should be happy it went from 320 to 240 in 7 years. And, I’ve changed my eating (except bar-b-que chicken skin and I haven’t told him that). I can’t eat too much fiber because of the IBS. Even the unsoluable fiber. Blood sugar up again. Not diabetic yet and I’ve stopped sugar completely. Have you ever had Jim Beam without Coke or Pepsi? So I’ve lowered my alcohol intake. Blood pressure, pulse and everything else he checked was fine except the familial tremor. If I could get rid of one thing it would be that. First of all, its embarassing that my head shakes and my hands shake so bad that I find it difficult to lift a glass or cup to my mouth. I’m on the maximum amount of medication that he will give me so he referred me to a neurologist so he can probably tell me I have Parkinsons. But, I believe they have medication for that so I will be able to write again and paint again. I used to have beautiful handwriting. Thank God for typewriters.
Next – Verizon – My daughter told me to go in and tell them that my phone is shi*. I have a Samsung. All I need to do is call out and get to the internet and take pictures. That’s it! Why can’t they make new things easy? Even telephones. Kids can’t add or write but they understand these scientific instruments. What’s up with that? However I’m call-phone challenged and have had it for 1.5 years. I have 92 voice call messages that I can’t get to so I gave it to my daughter. It tells her “dial 69” for messages. “this number is not in service”. She couldn’t even get them. So, I went in, went up to the counter and said “my daughter told me to tell you that this phone is “shi*”. He looked around. I told him I wanted another kind that could only do what I wanted and nothing else and “could he please get my messages for me? I’ll just sit here and listen to how many friends I’ve lost if I may.” Well, he played with it and said it wasn’t refurbished but that “this phone is shi*”. So my new Samsung arrived today and I’M supposed to know how to transfer all my contacts and stuff to it? I printed out the telephone instructions for the old one and it filled a 3″ notebook! I think I’ll use the shitt* one.
Then on to Savers. I LOVE that store and I broke my record. Total – $350 but it was half price clothes day. This store plays good music, it has everything, everything is arranged by size and they fold pants so you can see the size and how they look. The books are even arranged by subject. I got 8 history books, three packages of dog toys (they bag them), placemats, vintage table cloths and as I was standing there the attendent hung an antique penny quilt for $9.99 in front of my face. I think she hung it on my hand! I’m going on a trip and my new puppy will probably chew my shoes and cuffs so of course three pairs of pants (one didn’t fit so my daughter lucks out), two long-sleeved shirts, (both to my daughter. Clothes that cheap don’t get tried on. It takes too long), two short-sleeved shirts, three t-shirts and a blazer that has really long arms that hubby laughed at until I glared. All I want is to be comfortable and my hostess did say they dress casual and when I get cold my hands get cold, too, and I’ll be using it just as a jacket, a pair of funny colored sneakers and a pair of shoes. One pair sweats for hubby, several kitchen utensils, a rock tumbler, lots of candles. I have to say that 2/3 of the clothing had their original tags on them and the rest looked like they had never been worn. I love that store. Well, I’m not too tall (5’1″) (oh! and a reversable belt and hankies for my quilt) so I had to stop when I was running into things (and a purse!) because the cart was so mounded over with my stuff. The cashier was new and a nervous wreck so we had an assembly line…the manager handed me the stuff, I removed the hangers, and the cashier did her job with no mistakes. Good girl!
Then I drove home, ate something, drank something, told the dogs that yes, I was fine and they were fine and everything was fine (I mean, jeez, my hubby works upstairs!), redressed and went out to meet a portion of my family at a restaurant for my brother-in-law’s birthday. I loved seeing my nieces because I don’t have grandchildren but for that restaurant if I eat with the kids again, I’ll bring my own crayons because their’s hardly colored at all! I wonder if there is a reason for that?
Then, home it was to a Miss Marple Mystery via Netflix, this blog which took 2 hours, and then to bed, I hope.
So, in otherwords, do you think my day was terrible or good. I think all in all it was good but I was glad when it was done.
Nine days of quiet, mostly good weather, quilt sewing, and mushroom photography. What more could one ask for? Well, perhaps 10 or 11? Don’t ask…Mushroom photography? Yes, it has finally come to that or carrying a tripod with me everywhere and really, you would be amazed at the beauty of some of them and they change shape so fast! I don’t photograph them when they are squishy brown though. I need to put them all on line so that I can identify them. Now the reason is that I have familial tremor and the older I get, the worse it gets. I do take medication but I’m not sure how much more they can increase the amount. It is most embarrassing when I go out to eat and I can’t get the danged wineglass to the mouth. Well, if I look as beautiful as Katherine Hepburn when she was old I shan’t complain. It’s just so unfair that I inherited all the bad traits of the family. Anyway, with mushrooms you can get down and rest your elbows on the ground and get a clear picture.
The drive home was sort of good and bad. I always stop at the Natural Basket (in Natural Bridge, NY, on Rt. 3 – and there is a plug for you Yvonne!) but I was way too comfy at camp to want to go anywhere so on the way home I told hubby that I needed to talk with Yvonne about antique postcards and by the way, did he have any money. He said we still had 2.5 hours to go and I said “I promise – 15 minutes”
After a quick 1.5 hours browsing as fast as I could (and there really was a long line at the counter) I got back to the car. Yikes! He said, “you didn’t tell me you were going to shop!” Now why would I ask him if he had any money if I wasn’t going to shop? Now this is a man who could teach quantum physics married for over 40 years to a woman who is often referred to as “Lucy Ricardo” and he couldn’t pick up on that? Men just don’t pick up on things that women do.
Paul’s back is bad so I usually drive and we haul a small trailer when we go up North. We switch places when we have to reverse because I can’t figure out the jack-knifing thing and which way the trailer is going to do that.
But, back to picking up things…I can always tell when there is a stop light or sign ahead because his right foot starts pounding the floor. I know when to go back into the non-passing lane after I’ve passed someone because he stops looking into his rear-view mirror and I always hear the disgusted “tsk, tsk” when I turn on the wipers instead of the cruise control. (I can’t help it that it is opposite on the Wrangler and it doesn’t help that the Wrangler is standard either when I’m driving and try to shift into park.
Anyway, a couple of cases of mild road rage and we always make it home safe.
But, I was bushed, and early the next morning I had a Vet appointment for a T4 for Spider at a new Vet. The Vet we saw there was about 10 years old and as he was explaining things to me I was miming him. They WILL learn that I have a lot more knowledge than them but just don’t have the equipment. She was fine and the Vet was much closer in distance to home. When we first moved back here they were too busy to accept new clients and in seven years I have fired four other clinics. This one has been through three owners since I was a child and when I told them I was NOT a new client and that I used to see Dr. First Vet and Dr. Second Vet, it didn’t count. Every office should have “comment cards” for receptionists.
So, today I got back to pulling vines off my siding and trimming grass with the grass trimmer on my hands and knees around the chain link run attached to the house so the dogs can randomly come in when they have to go poo poo and out when then don’t. Of course because of my minor accident with the hedge trimmer, every time Paul hears the grass trimmer he comes out and gives me a lesson on the difference between the guard and the handle. Today there was wild Grape Vines, Virginia Creeper, some weird vine with purple flowers, three leaf clusters and red berries and ivy that I had to rip off the fence and then get down and cut the grass next to the fence which is a pain in the derriere because I want to get the grass but not the wire, which would break the blades.
Then, I looked down and noticed that I was on my hands and knees in a mess of poison ivy. We don’t get along well at all. If I walk by it and the wind blows towards me I get poison ivy and I get it bad. To make things worse, I’m allergic to prednisone. So, the clippers are still out there for Paul to go get tonight and I had two showers today.
Well, I have to go look at the puppy cam at http://www.dunhamlakeaustralianterriers.com so that I can make sure that my new puppy (the yellow collar in the older litter) is getting snuggled.
Yep, I was abducted by aliens. I think that they were called humans. But, now I’m back and I’m thinking that I would rather be with the aliens again.
Painfully, I liquidated Aussie Magic Antiques. I felt like I was pouring money into a black hole. However, before I sold everything at a HUGE loss I removed all the good stuff and the little stuff and the paper stuff and the stuff I really liked and stuffed all that stuff into my office on top of and below all my tables and into all the corners so that I could sell them online… someday. Now the barn is empty and my husband is smiling and moving all his tools back into it.
After the initial shock was over, I realized that I didn’t need to keep staring out the window to see if someone was here and to always be dressed appropriately for company and listening for clients to drive in. I didn’t have to go out each morning to hang the “open” flags, open the barn doors, turn on the lights, vacuum and turn on the security to catch thiefs.
This was a good thing because my office was so crowded it was very difficult to go in and out. So, since I work much better in an orderly atmosphere and I have somewhat of a OCD problem I sorted through all of the things and boxed them and put them in front of the cellar door to go down stairs or in front of the porch door to go on the front porch or in front of the stairs to go upstairs. As long as I was doing this I decided to rearrange my office because I didn’t have to look out the window anymore to see if someone had come into the driveway.
I decided to put all my antique pictures and frames in my upstairs bedroom closet. So, I went into the basement and brought up all the extra frame materials to combine with them which freed up some room in the cellar to move down the boxes of things that I wanted to sell on the internet after labeling them. While doing this, I found a grey frog. It looked like a hunk of cement but when I went to move it, it jumped. I suppose that it was mutated from spending its life in the cellar so I threw the poor thing outside hoping that it would turn green again. Ugh! After numerous trips up and down stairs I got all the pictures and frames up there. However, this meant that I had to empty the closet which was full of quilts, chenille and antique coverlets. I sorted those so that two of my sisters made out like bandits and I could actually store the rest into two chests with the quilts open on my spare room bed. This got me down to about 25 quilts, 10 chenille spreads and 5 white coverlets. Now I only have to sort through the pictures by size and put them into the closet. Meanwhile if we have to get up in the middle of the night we trip on pictures or trip over broken frames.
This left the things to carry to the basement. In order to make room in the basement, I had to move all the empty boxes into the other part of the basement where I had moved the pictures from. As long as I was doing that I decided to sort the boxes into sizes and to order some USPS boxes to be ready for shipping things from my online sales.
I then tackled the things to go onto the front porch which were the antique books on the history of this area of New York and of the Civil War. Also ephemera and postcards of the same and antique greeting cards that I had which all had to be sorted out to new or used. Then, in order not to ruin them I attended an online course on “museumwise” on preserving and caring for paper which meant that I had to spend a million dollars on special boxes and put up shutters and sheets over the bookcases so that things wouldn’t fade. When I walk by them I can’t wait to start working on my genealogy again and maybe I’ll even attempt a book!
This cleaned up the livingroom. While rearranging my office I decided to paint my furniture with pink accents (the pieces that were painted already or were so scratched and old that they really did need covering. I also needed to paint my pine organizers and set up the space for photographing the online items and hand the pictures and mirrors that I had moved from the barn. However, I still can’t find the pink paint and my fish tank decided to leak so I had to stop and clean everything that had been in the tank so that I could give “Mow” to my sister. “Mow” is short for mohawk which is after his hairdo. He is a cichlid and needed a big tank which I couldn’t afford and which my sister already had. I miss him already.
Meanwhile I decided to trim the hedges around the windows so that we could get some light into the house. Unfortunately the North side is on quite a hill so that you (I) cannot comfortably and safely set a ladder so I have to get up on my tip toes and reach as far as I can to trim the top flat. I was using one of those huge electric trimmers that sort of look like chain saws. Unfortunately, since I was doing it by feel instead of by looks I didn’t realize that I was holding on to the guard instead of the handle. My middle finger felt warm and I looked, three the trimmers, grabbed my finger to keep it together and ran into the house. My husband was at the store and I couldn’t dial the telephone so I hit the automatic dial on my cell and called my daughter the EMT. I think the speaker is on the other side of the telephone because she thought I said that I cut my finger off so she dialed 911. Husband got home and took me to the medical center who said “no way”, “you have to go to the hospital emergency. Which, of course, we did. I ended up with 10 stitches. 6 slices down my finger (luckily, not across) and a fractured bone. Well, that was fun but it still left the mess in my house to care for which then took me twice as long to take care of.
I’ve decided not to advertise my paper goods on the porch but to let people come and use them for reference if they wish and if they do not remove them from the property. Meanwhile I’m reading them and putting thousands of pink stickers everywhere my area or my relatives are mentioned.
In other words – I’ve been a little busy. However, we have had time to go up North now that I can leave the barn and take time off – which is wonderful.
And, this is only the first installment of the saga! However, the dogs are telling me that I am an hour overdue feeding them so pictures later and more to write later! I’ve missed you all my fans. Thank you for writing and asking me where I was. The aliens told me that you had written but I was tied up and couldn’t reply. Love you!
The great news is that I am really, really making headway here at the home front and the store front! The bad news is that I don’t have enough time to tell you about it! Here is the latest…
I’ve cleaned the Dining Room:
And, I’ve cleaned the stairway and the upstairs Hall: (then added some mirrors for more light)
When I recovered from my dust allergies I cleaned the Living Room: (but then sold the Grandfather Clock, HooRay!)
And what I call the “entryway” from the enclosed front porch (which I haven’t touched yet):
Which was easy so I cleaned the Laundry Room:
So now, after I do the dishes I’ll get a picture for you of the clean kitchen, then I’ll finish waxing the floors and get a picture for you of the spare bedroom so that I can do the upstairs bath, my husbands and my offices and the enclosed, open and screened-in porches.
When I get tired of sneezing I label stuff from my last haul. Since then I’ve had two people come to sell things so I added a few more labeling projects. The Real-Estate Agent is on stand-by for when we are ready for pictures and then I can go out and dust the barn things and hopefully sell a lot while I’m waiting for the house to sell. What do you think??
As usual for our home, we seem to be having a power struggle. Between the dogs, not the humans, this time. I wrote about our journey to South Carolina to pick up “Harryit” and my battle to get rid of the worms that she brought with her. No wonder she was such a teeny tiny thing. Our Vet says that her sample still shows Giardia in her system but since she has no outward symptoms she is not treating her as the medicine is almost as bad as the bug. Unfortunately, I read some articles on the web that explained that once you get Giardia in your yard it is impossible to remove so they went on to say “please don’t let your dog dig, eat grass, walk in, etc., the yard”. Right. Well, we’re trying to move so we just won’t tell the potential Buyers. Or is that something that you have to disclose? “Have your pets living here ever had giardia”? Well anyway, she is growing now like a weed and last week she weighed 5.5.
Have you ever watched a puppy grow? This is the third time I haven’t gotten a show puppy but I still cringe when the front legs grow and then the back legs grow and then the ears look huge and now she looks like a sausage because just her back is growing. At least her feet are all pointing in the right direction. Sam is a LOT easty-westy and I’m still trying to groom him because I’m sure that EVERYONE can see that! How silly. As far as I know, he could be part turtle and the feet SHOULD look like that. I rescued an Aussie with a foot that was so turned that she would wear the skin off so we had to get special leather booties for her. When I was screening for homes for her the first question was “are you a hiker?” With Aussies, my usual first question is “do you have Oriental rugs?” They are such fun dogs, the Aussies, but you really need a sence of humor with them.
Oh, back to the power struggle. Now that “Harryit” is growing my “Sam” who is part Yorkshire Terrier, part something large and part turtle has started to act like a man. Sam the man. Poor little Harryit can’t get within three feet of me. (luckily she is P’s dog) and every time she picks a toy Sam goes and takes it from her. She really isn’t very threatening! She flops on her back and screams every time she sees him. I am so tired of spending my time running to her because I think she is dying. They will mesh though. Harryit is like greased lightning and once in a while out of the side of my eye I see a toy flying upstairs into P’s office. His floor is covered with balls, disemboweled (Spider does this) stuffed animals and various other things she thinks are toys, like my socks. Sam, being of the male sex is a bit slower. More cuddly but as usual, slower. Both he and Spider pretty much stick around me. Sam is always at my feet on the upholstered foot stool and Spider follows the sun. When my office runs out of the sun she moves upstairs onto the carpeted register. The cat, Cady, stays on her bed on the dining room table. I had to put it there because since Harryit can’t pick on anyone else she started liking Cady’s tail and trying to catch it. Cady boxes her but has no claws and Cady is way too old to be boxing.
And, just to show you that I haven’t just been sitting on my duff….I’ve started cleaning house with taking my knick knacks to the sink and washing them. See how bright and shiny they are now?
So I’ve been busy as usual. Still logging things in from my Red Creek Haul. Look at this stuff. The only things mine are the pink coat hanging on the chair and the pink and black soft star shoes. And, it’s like Where’s Waldo finding those!
Right, so I’m off to do more like wash windows, label and save puppies! Noodles!