The contractor finished a second small project yesterday. He was here three days for what was estimated to be a single day job. There was no scope creep but the usual surprises that come with a home that isn’t new or level.
The last job was in our bedroom. That meant putting plastic down everywhere (except the work area) and cleaning up every day. Every. Single. Day. Contractors “broom clean” the larger debris but I’m not sleeping with sawdust. I have my standards!
That same contractor will replace a window for us before the kitchen work gets done. He calls it a one-day job but we all know how that goes.
I was productive myself, painting yet another room. A big regret is not having the whole house painted BEFORE we moved in. I didn’t realize how pink based the tan color was until it didn’t play nice with my stuff.
Today is saved for a good cleaning and pushing paperwork around. The end of Ida is sweeping through. No storms but heavy rains. Without the wind and flooding, the rain is peaceful. I filled the feeders for the birds so everyone is happy.
I walked with my walking partner this week. That was the first time in months. She is a very young and spry 86. You would peg her at about 65. Taking care of an ailing husband who is dying, is aging her. I don’t think I said more than 50 words in the 45 minutes I walked with her. I have a lot of compassion for her but I know not to take on her burden. She doesn’t want solutions. She’s smart enough to know the right things to do. Sometimes she’s not strong enough to break through roadblocks (created by her cantankerous husband) but she also knows that. I walked away with a sadness that I was able to shake off. We are going to try to walk at least weekly. It will be therapy for her to see and talk to people.
I’m keeping my expectations for today low. Maybe kick back a little or keep the accomplishments to a minimum. I love a good rainy day.