…sooooo, the house sold. Thankfully, it’s been a fairly fast process, with Lovely Rita (no, not meter maid– fabulous Real Estate Pro) keeping us informed along the process. I guess the funds should transfer today, it’ll be a closed, done deal.
In other house-y-ness-news, I’ve been –surprise!– busy. The man *cave* is coming together, with a pool table filling the space nicely, and a “Hawaiian Gun Rack” (not yet installed, since it’s a man-job) offering up a chunk of design help –well, once it’s up, it will.
I spent some quality time in the shower last weekend, me, a spray bottle of bleach, a steamer/cleaner thing, and a teeny tiny hand-grout-saw. Turns out, the steam cleaner is also a champ at cleaning the gunge of ages from window tracks, as well as the funky-nasty-horrible area in front of the oven (covered by a little metal door, for sure, but MAN was it nasty. Imagine a toaster-trp door filled with crumbs, grease, blackness, and lord-only-knows what else… *shudder*).
Back to the shower, though: once I finished bleaching/steaming/scraping, I re-grouted with a non-sanded grout (horrible stuff that wanted to come out too easily as I tried to wipe it down first, then needed to be aggressively scrubbed after I left it overnight.) (ugh.) along with regrouting the counter and sill… Now, I need to caulk, and then I will set my sights on the kitchen grout. Not looking forward to it, but it’s one of those, “needs to be done” things. AS long as I’m doing one thing, I might as well get to the rest of it…
Which brings me up to my new house-mantra: ”In for a penny, in for a pound.” On Wednesday, I was in the front, trying to scrape out moss patches on the lawn so I could then spread a mulch/fertilizer/seed product by Scotts –good stuff, Maynard!– well, hell, I thought, I’m out here anyway — In for a penny, in for a pound, might as well pick weeds. My sweet little British-ism was replaced by an American version of my own making as the weather turned windy, rainy, nasty, cold: “Just Fucking Do It.”
And then I was mostly done: three hours and a hugely sore rump later (I had to work in primarily a dead-lift position, since my torn meniuscus started hurting me again last week after squatting too deep while doing “fern-cutting-palooza”, cutting back all the ferns to the fresh-growth bulbs in their center…)
Today’s “Just Fucking Do It” revolves around dog-poop picking up, with a side order of house-pick-up (and hopefully, caulking) not to mention some minor admin-type bill-ish duties and transferring-house-over tasks.
Always, good times here Up The Hill.
Even so, it’s getting spring-ish, it’s feeling fresh and hopeful. The house Down The Hill is now officially the past, and really… the future is now.
