It's Sunday Again

The store sale is still on! Whoo hoo again. I'm more relaxed that indeed it will go through.

I've been in a bad place for most of the past week. I wasn't as down as previous bad places, but it wasn't nice either. I'm just plain old sad and missing Ron. I know it will pass, and I know it's OK to cry when the mood strikes. It's a good thing that I'm the type who doesn't curl up in a ball and halt living when like this or else nothing much would get done.

This past week my painter guy (as I fondly call him.. LOL) painted the kitchen! It was a huge job because of all the trim and cupboard doors (cupboards are very old fashioned wooden -- decades old -- and had to be painted). It took him over 40 hours to do the entire job and I paid him more than he quoted me. He does a good job, and he's worth it. I also love the way the kitchen looks now. It's bright and airy and totally uncluttered. When I put the kitchen back together yesterday, I set it up as though the house will show tomorrow; almost nothing on counter tops; no "stuff" just sitting around.

My painter guy is also a flea market person. That is he, and his brother, buy stuff to sell at flea markets. I showed him my "yard sale/junk" room and asked if he'd be interested in buying everything. He is interested and though I will get less money than if I had my own yard sale, I don't care. I am sick & tired of the physical work involved in this estate stuff so anything that will make eliminate physical work is good for me. Besides I don't like yard sales: don't like to go to 'em; don't like to hold 'em.

The local antique house guy is coming on February 18 to go through my attic. He was supposed to come between T-giving and Christmas but didn't. I waited until now to give him a push and pretty much said he's got to come or I'll go to someone else.

Weather - It's been real warm for about 9 days now. Today we're due heavy rain, maybe 2" or more. Tomorrow it's going to get cold. The driveway will be an ice rink.