Life here in condo land can be a bit insulating from some of
the harsh realities of home ownership.
We do drag out our trash to the curb like everyone else in town, but for us even this feels like a step up after twenty years of piling everything in the back of the old car we kept just for this purpose and schlepping off to the landfill.
We do drag out our trash to the curb like everyone else in town, but for us even this feels like a step up after twenty years of piling everything in the back of the old car we kept just for this purpose and schlepping off to the landfill.
And now the most
difficult thing about maintenance of that lush lawn outside is the fact that
our jumpy dog is terrified of the riding mower the landscape people roar by on.
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| They're just waiting up there. |
We’ll be
coming back to reality with a thump pretty soon once the leaves on the acre and
a half of our still-unsold house hit the ground. Policing them up can take
hours and hours of blowing, raking, and dragging them on tarps to the woods.
Meanwhile,
the trees here at the complex only spit out a couple of leaves a day,
depositing them artfully one at a time on the carpet beneath.
They remind me of the trees in my kids’ old Richard Scarry picture books.
it's bad enough having to do the yard maintenance in the house you live in. I hope it sells soon. did you bury the saint (I forget which one) upside down outside the door? it's supposed to make your house sell.
ReplyDeleteSo funny you mentioned this! My good Italian friend keeps telling me to do this, except I can't remember which saint and with my church-going track record I'd be afraid the place would get struck by lightening.
DeleteSt. Joseph. St. Joseph. St. Joseph! The carpenter who built houses. He must face the direction you want to go, then be dug up and brought to a place of honor in your new home, when he has done his job. PS--I think he was Jesus' dad, too.
DeleteOh my goodness! I remember Richard Scarry books. I had a whole bunch of them for my kids. I remember having to explain to them that Fall was what we call autumn.
ReplyDeleteSome of my favorite children's books of all time.
DeleteI so hope that the house sells. Soon. Preferably before you have to do much raking, bagging and dragging.
ReplyDeleteThanks. Your words to the real estate god's ears.
DeleteI hope your house sells sometime soon. It's such a drag to have to take care of a property while it's on the market. That Richard Scarry book brings back memories!
ReplyDeleteWe do have a couple of families circling us, but no commitment yet.
DeleteRichard Scarry. You just took me back. -Jenn
ReplyDeleteI miss reading Richard Scarry books. You can wait until spring for those leaves unless you think selling the property is the reason for a neat yard.
ReplyDeleteI can't make out from this post if you are happy in your condo or miss the country life. I love the pretty pictures, though, and the lovely art at the end. :-)
ReplyDeleteHappy, happy.
DeleteAll this returning to the house to do one more thing is reminding me of how much maintenance was involved.
The woman who bought my old house, on the same five acres of leaves had not problem with it. She has two teenage sons, too.
ReplyDeleteHope your house sells soon. This is the time of year that I could easily pack up and move. The leaves!! I will still be raking leaves in February.
ReplyDeleteYes, in the summer we'd had fantasies of handing off our house to someone else before leaf season.
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