Mom’s House
Mom’s place is finally rented, if still unoccupied. Of course, there was some last minute drama: it didn’t pass inspection the day before the renters wanted to move in. So the property agent rushed through the new firedoor installation, by which I mean she bought it and installed it before taking bids and running them past me. I feel like this may be some sort of scam. A large part of this suspicion is based on the agent never sending me an email without “losing it” in the ether. “It didn’t make it? Oh, I’m sure I sent it! I guess it must have just gone missing.” The same thing happens to every fax I send her. Mmph. And I was one paycheck away from being out of debt. Mmph.
My House
My house is just filthy. (Not so filthy the city inspection would require that the gutters be power washed, the roof swept free of sticks, and the weeds removed from the driveway, say, but still pretty filthy.) There is yard waste on the patio, a layer of crusty humid dust on the lamps, and so on. Nasty. However, friends are coming by. My plan is to clean one bathroom, wipe grime off one door, and get them drunk.
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Good plan! I have guests descending and may resort to your strategy.
What you really need is a fastidious sister with no filter who’s liable to drop in with no notice. Works for me.
I stopped being house proud. I don’t know when it happened, but everyone who’s been in my house in the last 2 months have seen the boxes of Trixie’s kitchen stuff, and the painter’s tape in the bathroom that I *still* haven’t finished. I tell myself that I would have painted the bathroom ceiling by now, if my dad hadn’t spilled all the paint. Sure I would have!
The stenciling around the mirror feels like a pipe dream, now.
Hattie – It worked well. Only, I did end up inviting someone into one of the secluded rooms.Big Dot – Does she know about the maggots?Tami – Bless you for carrying the stencilling torch!
Except for the Hugh spider web on the porch that you so graciously pointed out as I left, I never noticed.
I didn’t even drive buzzed.
Hot Mom – yep, no one was drunk. (Surprising given that we all compared our exposed bosoms.) Except perhaps me. I had a headache the next day. Perhaps the wine?
About those maggots…
I knew, really, that the two I vacuumed up wouldn’t have been the only ones to drop down through our downlighters. Our 41 downlighters. But I put it out of my mind – until today when, it being spring and all, I for once moved some furniture out of the way, and found a thick scattering of maggot chrysalises on the carpet and snuggled down along the skirting board. So then I had to move all the other furniture, and found hundreds of the blasted things. And which room was this, you ask? Only the bedroom. It’s the stuff (and site) of nightmares.
Big Dot – I have learned so much. 1) Recessed lights are called “downlights” in NZ 2) Big Dot has a LOT of recessed lights 3) Maggots have a chrysalises stage. Good to know.