Things are really busy chez Woolies these days. The big news is that we're getting ready to put our house on the market, so there's lots of work to be done! It's a sobering thing to look at your own house like a stranger would. Suddenly, you see all the imperfections in glaring clarity. All the unfinished projects, the semi-organized piles of papers, the kids' toys everywhere--what you have lived with comfortably for ages suddenly seem vile and unacceptable.
So, we've been having a big clear-out. Bags of papers to recycle. Boxes of outgrown clothing and toys sent to Goodwill. Do we really need this? Do we have to take that?
And then there are all those little repairs that hovered on the to-do list for months (okay, years). Painting the front stoop, repairing the broken bathroom fan, putting up crown molding in the entry hallway (after replacing the ceiling drywall 6 years ago and never getting around to quite finishing the project...).
And on top of that is the "staging." I've watched too many real-estate programs on TV and I have a giant insecurity comlex that our house needs extensive prettifying in order to appeal to a buyer. So, I've been tidying the garden, planting a big container to warm up the front door, spreading bags of mulch to cover up the bare earth until the perennials come all the way up. And that's just the outside!
By the time all these big jobs are done, then we'll have the task of keeping the house eternally clean -- with two exuberant boys whose middle names are "Mess-Maker"!
UGH. So, needless to say, there hasn't been much actual knitting in the Woolies household, though there has been a lot of fantasy knitting going on. Does that count?
There is life on the other side of this, right?