Relative Something

It’s only been two nights of NHL’s Stanley Cup playoff hockey, and I’m completely consumed by it, regardless the fact my team from Minnesota didn’t even come close to qualifying. So much for getting anything else done. Every game is being broadcast by the NBC networks. That’s probably why I found myself up too late the last two nights: because the games were on TV! There’s nothing like playoff hockey.

Progress on the house continues, and there is new paint on some surfaces. Mostly, there is tape on all the trim. Seems like painting is the smaller part of this job. Most of the time is spent preparing to paint.

I’m chipping away at the landscape work and quickly feeling the absence of Cyndie’s handiwork around our yard. Don’t know how I’m gonna keep up. It is a little weird working on things in the yard with the thought in mind that I may not be around to see it all reach full growth. An article in yesterday’s newspaper was highlighting the upswing in home sales. The guys working on fixing up our house all seem to feel it will sell quick.

One of our painters brought a flyer for his father’s horse property after he heard our plans. I can’t wait until Cyndie visits so we can talk over the pros and cons of the 8+ properties that are currently on our radar.

This weekend, Julian and his house-mate are visiting Cyndie and exploring Boston. Then, next week, Cyndie will be home for a few days. I am hoping to have painting completed in two bedrooms upstairs, and new carpet installed. If we don’t get our bed set up again, we’ll probably be staying at her parent’s house. The little twin I set up in the library will not cut it for two of us.