A wave of panic took over last night as I was lying in bed, desperately trying to not think. How in the world am I going to do all of this by myself? The most important thing right now is getting the house in shape for the impending sale. So today while at work, I had the brilliant idea to just go to the Dollar Store and buy a bunch of inexpensive plastic storage boxes, and just empty all extraneous items into them for temporary storage. Already the house echoes with emptiness, but the closets must get purged and the books packed up.
I’m also very concerned about Wendy and Simba, and where I will re-home them. The person who was very interested e-mailed me to say that her landlord must have all of the pet deposit money up front, before allowing the cats to live with her. There is no way I can take them with me, and they are too old for the adoption centers.
My other concern is about removing my other pets from the house when an interested buyer is here. At least that is what my agent says I need to do. I don’t know how I’m going to coordinate all of that plus making sure the house is free of cat and dog fluffs!
I attended a retirement workshop today for people interested in retiring within the next year. I will be officially retiring when I leave the Salem-Keizer school district. What a strange feeling I had while listening to the PERS presenter; It was so odd to be planning for another phase of my life. I really don’t know when I will retire completely, but the best part of this first phase of retirement is the extra money I will receive monthly! It almost feels like a gift.
The other thing that is hard to grasp is that my older brother is 67 yrs. old, I am 63 and my younger brother is 59. Where did all of the time go? Just saying all of those numbers is mind-blowing, yet we are all pretty young-spirited. There is so much we don’t know about life when we are young, and in many ways it is unfortunate that we have to live so long to make the discoveries. I am a very different person now than I was before we moved to Oregon. I understand myself so much better, and I even appreciate myself more. I only hope I will have many opportunities in this next phase of my life to experience my growth.
When I came home from work today I was startled by what I saw in my backyard. I had a mysterious visitor today, who decided to help me in my quest to spruce up my backyard by raking up the large moss patches on my lawn and garden beds. I wasn’t expecting anyone to stop by, so I had no way of knowing who it might have been. It was obviously someone who knew this work needed to be done, and decided to volunteer! I am really touched by this gesture. I don’t usually ask for help with my house (although I know I sometimes need it), but this time I am so appreciative. There was no note left, no message on my phone, just the end result of the work done. What a special friend this is who would take time out of their day to do this; just a simple random act of kindness.
I’ve decided to work on each room separately until I feel like it looks great. I had to make this decision because I have a tendency to move away from a task if another looks more interesting. I think that’s called ADD, which I don’t believe I have.
This weekend I worked on the kitchen. I made a list of all the little things I could do to spruce it up, like thoroughly clean the stove, dust in high places, clean out drawers and organize the under-sink cabinet – oh I also painted it because it really looked ugly. It is amazing to me how easy it is to live with a less than mediocre cabinet, knowing full well that no one who visits me will ever ask to see it! My favorite part of all this is crossing out each task with a red pen; a real feeling of accomplishment.
I want someone to walk into my home and fall in love with it at first sight! It is very good condition, albeit turquoise and lime green paint. I’m not worried about the paint (it looks great), but having pets makes it tricky to keep clean all of the time, which I know is needed.
To top it off, I’m having knee surgery on April 18, and will be out of commission for a couple of weeks. It’s my choice, but I know it will put a crimp in my plan, as the house will probably be on the market by then. I think if I work every day after work, it will all get done. Tomorrow I’m tackling the family room; lots of packing up to do in there.