The house and I may be too old to fix. But I'm trying to keep us both patched up with as little money as possible considering the need for much work. Now that the new countertop and sink and fixtures and cabinets are in, I need to verathane the unfinished wood or paint or stain it. But I'm going for the quick cheap fix. The whole kitchen needs to be painted. And if I can put it on the bill, I'm going to try very hard to get my handyman to help. He's painting elsewhere today. I have some of the paint I want to use. I want to paint the wainscoting a medium warm gray. I'll paint the walls a pale neutral close to the color of the wood and a fleck in the countertop. The upper cabinets will be brown. That is, if I can get the help and pay it off after the rent starts coming in. I had to pay cash for the cabinets.
But the bad kids left the house uncleaned. The carpets and rugs have gone unvacuumed the hardwood floors are dirty. The windows are smeared with dog nose mess. Feathers and dog hair and dust drift and every surface and drawer is dusty and gritty. The blinds Ms M and I cleaned before the kids moved in are all dirty again. Blinds are time consuming to clean. The tub looks as if it hasn't been scrubbed since Ms M last cleaned it. I'm afraid to think about the toilet. And my back and knees are giving out. I have cracks in the ends of my fingers. The kids left the fridge full of long-ago-rotted food. I tossed it all today. The oven is... Well, just thinking about it is about to make me cry.
And lest we not forget, I have to buy a new washer and dryer and get them installed. I'm worried about the floor under the old washer. Now that I'm thinking about it, I was going to get my laundry done today, but just didn't make it. But I did buy a couple of rolls of quarters. I'm going to bed early. I have an appointment with the Terminex man tomorrow morning.
The two handsome young men move in a week from today. And I want things to be finished by then. This is going to be tricky. Too bad I don't have a man in my life.
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I cry when people are kind to me as well. I'm sorry I don't live in Salt Lake or I would come help you. That is so much work to get done.
MM, thanks for the commiseration. I wake up tired. And face the day fighting back the tears of utter exhaustion. No one is all that nice to me given that I'm asking for credit. But if I can get help painting and cleaning I think I can make it.
I am sorry that it is never easy. Landlording can be such a bitch. Shame on those kids for leaving a mess behind.
After it's all done, be kind to yourself, okay?
I feel a kindredship as there are parallels in our worlds... but Utah Savage! If anyone can find a way to get it accomplished and bring the bow about to true course once again... it's you. You're in my prayers sweetie.
Damn Peg you can't be doing that, renters can be terrible. I do not envy anyone that rents out. Can't you get some help from friends or someone?
My friends are as stressed and stretched and old as I.
Ms M spoiled me. She was the perfect tenant but had trouble hanging onto a roommate and couldn't afford to live there alone. She came by yesterday to help me for a couple of hours. Now she's in Michigan taking care of her grandpa who had a stroke. I'll miss her terribly. But I have Roscoe for the month.
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