Burning Daylight

Or, in the case of today, mixed rain and snow.

I have hired an organizer/nudge to come out on Thursdays. We have made enormous progress on the living room and kitchen. Next we have the three bedrooms, all in dire need of attention. Ellen is a lovely supportive person who has help me make several difficult decisions. One had to deal with a pair of cowboy boots that I had since I was about 4. I've held them onto them all these years. My grandfather, a professional  photographer, once made a photo of my boots laying beside the open screen door. He named it "Her Majesty's Boots" and this is the only one of his photos that I've wanted to keep, but alas, it has fallen out of family hands. I wanted to make a little display of it. Ellen explored various options with me, but it was obvious that bugs had gotten to them and bored three holes into each boot. She said I could keep them. Due to their state, no one would likely buy them. In fact they would probably be thrown out. She suggested that I take a photograph of them. That seemed to be the perfect solution, so I did. I was able to dispose of the boots with minimum anguish.

I've hired the movers and 1800GOTJUNK to deal with most of my stuff. In the meantime, it's only one month until GOT JUNK comes out, so I'm thinking of bringing in for twice a week, for a total of six hours a week. In the meantime, she gives me assignments to do and I do them.

Yesterday was hectic as I tried to find a vacuum repair place but went to one that is in the process of going out of business. The other one I tried was closed although it had a sign on the door giving the hours at 11 - 5 everyday except Wednesday and Sunday. Going back to Google, I've found a couple of other shops, all of which are closed on Wednesday.

My realtor is being enormously helpful in finding me tradesmen to repair and improve the house. The damn cats have cost me a fortune in flooring.

I also worry about transporting said damn cats down to Richmond. The only real hardship I see is trying to trap Peach the Feral. I'll close up my bedroom where she usually hides and will leave a trap in there. It didn't take long to catch her the first time but she may be wary of my wiles now.

I'm not looking for jobs now and enjoy the feeling of sticking out my tongue at the recruiters who call me. Am I in the market for a new job? Why yes, I am. About five hundred miles away. Still, maybe they have associates who can help me once I'm settled in Richmond.

I imagine I'll be settled in Richmond around the first of April. And most of this fretting will be behind me, except for waiting for the house to sell. Please sell fast, Ma Maisonette Bijoux.