Relative Something

Well, dear readers, I am happy to report sweet relief in my struggle to endure the chaos of the piles of inverted furniture stuffed into our library room. On top of that blessing, this weekend I am enjoying the company of my wife, Cyndie, home for her once-a-month visit from Boston.

With Cyndie’s unparalleled energy for managing chaos, in just one day so far, I have seen rapid progress in the tasks necessary for us to show our house to potential buyers. I tend to take care of one thing at a time, and often neglect to notice the next thing lingering beyond, soon to need attention. Even though I try to think ahead to a point that will keep me from doing things twice, I am being reminded that I don’t visualize to the depth that Cyndie does.

She really wanted to go get more boxes this morning, but I had a strong desire to just focus on the immediate task at hand: getting the furniture out of the last two bedrooms, to make room for the drywall company to scrape the textured ceilings and prepare the rooms for paint. I made her go up to the rooms with me, so I could show her what needed to be done, and why we shouldn’t need boxes. She took me to the closet, which won’t need any attention from the drywall or paint crews, but will need to be cleared for the carpet installers.

“You need to go get some boxes,” I said.

In some ways, the progress is scary fast. Phase II of the drywall work starts Monday, and painting could start by the end of the week. If everything falls into place, the carpet could be installed by the end of the following week, and we would be ready for a final clean-up (Cyndie’s specialty) to begin showing the house. Unfortunately, Cyndie won’t be back again until Memorial weekend, and the plan there was to head up to the lake place for a getaway. There is no space in the schedule for her to ply her magic in final preparations around here.

That leaves this weekend, which means a lot more work, in a very short span of time. That’s more work than I realized we were facing.

Speaking of which, I gotta go! There’s work to be done!