And Merrill’s entertainment unit. Its lovely, but when you have standard poodles, you don’t do lowline entertainment units. Not if you want to actually SEE the TV.
You don’t realise how much stuff is in a house till you have to move it all!
Anyway, no, the house has not been sold. Ever since that sale that fell through in the very beginning, I’ve had people call or email, a showing, but no sales. The market just sucks at the moment.
So I’m renting it again.
This time I have a good feeling about the people I’m renting it to. They’re animal lovers, have a gorgeous dog called Milo, rabbits, rescue parrots and plan to get chickens.
As long as they don’t plan to build an arc on my property we’ll be ok.
Anyway, they move in this week so fingers crossed.
I sure could use a good break about now.
And I don’t mean like Wayne and his rib incident.
So, the farm house is full. Again. Boxes of stuff. Extra furniture which I had learned to live without here. Its all back.
This is when a deck shows its true purpose: storage space for things you don’t know where else to put…
Now I have to make the tough decisions. To keep or not to keep?
As I said, I already made the decision to sell some things. We just don’t have the room for it all at the farm. Now I have to consider every item I’ve brought back and decide where things will live. Here or elsewhere.
I’m itching to get back to work on the house. I’m dying to start painting again. The mudroom is screaming out for colour and order. Mainly order. There are coats and shoes all over the place.
I want to do up the guest room and make it pretty again. Once I find it under the piles of bedding, pillows, boxes and lamps from Fentonbury.
I have a headache. I need an aspirin.