If you have an extra $138,500, we'll be happy to take it off your hands. In return, we'll give you the best house we've seen in that price range around here. (We've done our open-house research, so we know!)
We met with a real estate agent this afternoon, and now our previous home is officially on the market. Still, it was a shock to drive by yesterday evening and see that sign in the yard.
Today, Bud will mulch the landscaping. Tomorrow, I'll add some color with flowers. And we still have those few paint touch-ups inside. Then, we'll really be finished.
And then there's Bud's mom's house and the building the newspaper will leave behind in a couple of weeks.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Outdoor Life and A Different Kind of Move
We've moved into summer mode a little bit early. Or at least we've hit "prepare-for-summer" at full throttle.
Last weekend, we bought this "chat set" for the deck. Unfortunately it has rained almost endlessly since then. Today, I ordered new fabric for the cushions of the wicker furniture that used to live on the front porch here before the remodel. I think the yellow we chose will work much better with our decor than the orange floral we inherited.
Bud has moved a ton of plantings from the old house to the new yard. He also moved the house plants from the sunroom to the deck, so we've got a bit of a tropical feel out there now.
Sadly, we recently found out that the newspaper where I work (and from where Bud retired a few years ago) will be moving to a new office at the end of the month.
We're disappointed to see the paper leave Main Street for the first time in its 132-year history. For me, working in a shiny, new strip-mall-type office will feel soulless compared to showing up every day to the same place where my predecessors, including Bud's dad and grandfather, melted lead to create type for each edition.
The paper hasn't been family-owned for more than 30 years, but it has taken 'til now, this impending change of scenery, to finally rip away all that was left of that family feeling. The connection to the past won't seem as strong somewhere else, and right now, it feels as if the staff members will be tossing history in the trash bin as they walk out the door.
Last weekend, we bought this "chat set" for the deck. Unfortunately it has rained almost endlessly since then. Today, I ordered new fabric for the cushions of the wicker furniture that used to live on the front porch here before the remodel. I think the yellow we chose will work much better with our decor than the orange floral we inherited.
Bud has moved a ton of plantings from the old house to the new yard. He also moved the house plants from the sunroom to the deck, so we've got a bit of a tropical feel out there now.
Sadly, we recently found out that the newspaper where I work (and from where Bud retired a few years ago) will be moving to a new office at the end of the month.
We're disappointed to see the paper leave Main Street for the first time in its 132-year history. For me, working in a shiny, new strip-mall-type office will feel soulless compared to showing up every day to the same place where my predecessors, including Bud's dad and grandfather, melted lead to create type for each edition.
The paper hasn't been family-owned for more than 30 years, but it has taken 'til now, this impending change of scenery, to finally rip away all that was left of that family feeling. The connection to the past won't seem as strong somewhere else, and right now, it feels as if the staff members will be tossing history in the trash bin as they walk out the door.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Baby hawk down
As we headed over to the old house this afternoon, Bud saw something round and spotted in the gutter along the side of the road. When we turned back to check it out, this baby hawk is what we found.
Bud helped him over the curb and into the grass, then we went on our way, leaving him alone to see if his parents would come to the rescue. They did.
Bud helped him over the curb and into the grass, then we went on our way, leaving him alone to see if his parents would come to the rescue. They did.
I didn't know funhouses had kitchens
Remember the crooked man in the nursery rhyme (wallked a crooked mile ... had a crooked cat)? Apparently, the vinyl installers think we're selling our old house to him.
As you can see by the threshold between the kitchen and the garage, they didn't quite hit square when they put the floor down. They'll be trying again as soon as the replacement vinyl arrives.
Other than that, there's a little painting -- both inside and outside -- and some yard work before we're ready to list.
As you can see by the threshold between the kitchen and the garage, they didn't quite hit square when they put the floor down. They'll be trying again as soon as the replacement vinyl arrives.
Other than that, there's a little painting -- both inside and outside -- and some yard work before we're ready to list.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
A deck with a view
We may be a couple of blocks from downtown, but we're not without wildlife.
Evidence? This is back yard as seen from the deck tonight during the Kentucky game.
We have noticed these girls' hoof prints often, but this is the first time we've seen the deer themselves this close to the house.
Evidence? This is back yard as seen from the deck tonight during the Kentucky game.
We have noticed these girls' hoof prints often, but this is the first time we've seen the deer themselves this close to the house.
Monday, March 9, 2009
More paint, no carpet
Still no word on the rest of the floor coverings' status, so no date for a carpet install. But we've made some progress anyway.
The garage has more paint. The new tub has trim. The old tile found its way out of the house.
Bud and I found a new trim tile for the bathrooms this weekend. We also got the bikes out for the first time this year, and we got to experiment with one of Bud's anniversary gifts -- a bike-to-bike intercom system, which was a blast.
We've really missed talking to each other on rides since I stopped riding with him. I don't think we shut up the whole way to breakfast Sunday morning.
The garage has more paint. The new tub has trim. The old tile found its way out of the house.
Bud and I found a new trim tile for the bathrooms this weekend. We also got the bikes out for the first time this year, and we got to experiment with one of Bud's anniversary gifts -- a bike-to-bike intercom system, which was a blast.
We've really missed talking to each other on rides since I stopped riding with him. I don't think we shut up the whole way to breakfast Sunday morning.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Of progress and illness
Big week in the life of the renovation. The new tub went in, as did the kitchen countertops. The bathroom accessories were sitting on the front porch this morning when Bud went out for the paper, so they actually arrived yesterday.
Also, some of our floor coverings have arrived. I'm hopeful that they'll all be in by the middle of next week and that the installer won't be busy with other work.
Gary and Jimmy have been working on another job, so I guess we have to hope for cold weather to move them back to our project.
Bud has been sick since Wednesday night. (It probably wasn't entirely the fault of Kentucky's loss to Georgia, but I think that had to be a contributing factor.) This morning, he ate something other than saltines for the first time since then.
We're off to enjoy the spring-preview weather and, we hope, a Kentucky win over Florida.
Also, some of our floor coverings have arrived. I'm hopeful that they'll all be in by the middle of next week and that the installer won't be busy with other work.
Gary and Jimmy have been working on another job, so I guess we have to hope for cold weather to move them back to our project.
Bud has been sick since Wednesday night. (It probably wasn't entirely the fault of Kentucky's loss to Georgia, but I think that had to be a contributing factor.) This morning, he ate something other than saltines for the first time since then.
We're off to enjoy the spring-preview weather and, we hope, a Kentucky win over Florida.
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