Well, this is probably the slowest progress week in the last 48 weeks. Due to the fact that we were getting our house up for sale, we spent the majority of our time away from the renovation. Which is fine. Good, really.
It would be nice to sell one of our houses in our collection. Although, yesterday I caught Ryan LOOKING AT THE REAL ESTATE LISTINGS ON THE INTERNET. When I asked him why, he said he was checking out some income property. To which I replied that we should probably sell one of our three houses first.
The fact that I’m the practical one in this scenario verges on and episode of the Twilight Zone.
One thing we did do this week is move some boxes. Holy. Moley. I have so much ‘stuff.’ How does this happen? I thought I purged. I packed up stuff from cabinets and cupboards and already nearly filled up the basement storage that Ryan built. He’s thrilled about building more storage shelves. (Not.)
Here’s the first load going over to the new house. (God love Arizona Lainey. When she spotted the trailer loaded up, she told me that I’d better get outside and get a photo for the blog. She’s a woman after my heart.)
I love that the trailer is called “Master Dump.” Marketing idea of the decade.
Anyways, Ryan told me that I couldn’t buy anything. Ever again. Those were his exact words. And I particularly am not allowed to buy anything to do with Christmas. It’s one out and one in from here on out.
I can’t help it. I have Christmas spirit. I think I have around 30-40 tubs of Christmas stuff. And Ryan and I dad loaded lots of those plastic tubs of holiday cheer. Although the work made Ryan more like the Scrooge and less like Elf. Go figure.
But don’t let Ryan fool you. Nearly everything that is mysteriously filling up the new garage is his. (His dirty little secret.)
In other news, Ryan spent Sunday getting the gas and electricity hooked up to the stove. I think I’m really going to like this stove. Cooking with gas, baby.
He’s also getting the hot water heater hooked up. Neither of these things are very sexy (which clearly, most of our tasks usually are), but they are pretty important. It will be nice to have hot water. And the ability to cook things.
It’s the little things.
Since I’m planning to get this house sold, you know, like by Sunday, we’re going to have to step up the last details. Crunch time. Arrived.
What do you think?