drool tired

I just woke up and there was a river of drool seeping out the corner of my mouth.  Man I must have been tired…..h*ll I still am tired.

I got to thinking about our ambitious project only to realize what I imagined and what is reality are two different things.  For some odd reason I thought that everything would be finished and I would basically shop my own stuff, (my storage unit)  taking only what is beautiful or useful.  Casually having  a plan without doing any of the planning.  I had visions of placing these favored items in their own perfect spots that were all ready and waiting.

not my beautiful house

Reality is awesome because it can shake you up and spit you out without even trying.  And it’s always there for you anytime you want it. It’s very dependable.

So here is the reality: my one son decided he wanted to move in one day, and he spent that day moving nearly everything he owns into the house.  His room isn’t even painted yet.  Most his stuff is in the living room at the moment.

We don’t even  know which bed we are bringing over (queen or full) so we are still sleeping on the air mattress.  The mattress and box springs might have to be hoisted up outside the house to the second floor through the balcony.  ( we have a very tight turning stairway)

The dog chewed (my dogs’ blog) up my new furniture in the last years and I wanted those repaired before they entered my perfect home. ( they don’t chew furniture any longer, got to love puppy stage)  I don’t even  know how long my sofa is, and its in the back of the storage unit  sitting there damaged.

I had all this down time while waiting for the house to close.  All I did was day dream and seriously visualize about how perfect it would be.  These dreams are still in my head, I can see them.  I am just now  reaching the conclusion, that everyone else on the planet has known for years; there is no magic wand.

Reality is telling me to slow down, practice patience, strive for balance, even  actually eat and sleep more – maybe even read.  BTW: Here’s one of my favorite blogger’s (non-renovator) summer reading list

It’s been close to one thousand degrees lately and everything is dry and thirsty….my veggie garden is extremely sad.  I tried to start it from seed and apparently I didn’t conscientiously consider how shade and sun would effect my baby seedlings. (I will be buying plants to populate my garden any day now.)

So I guess this post is more of a rant then anything else.

I am such a newbie at this.  I am betting I hit every pitfall out there and I bet waking-up drooling won’t be so uncommon.  Ewe, I did just type that./or

I do love this project.   I actually love learning what renovations, actual renovation, really meas.  I totally enjoy reading all the bloggers out there that have and are going through similar issues -keep writing.

It’s all good.  Now that I know,  I’ll try to be better balanced and less insane. Cheers!


Good base garden

So we went to the house to take one more look at what we bought.

We had put an offer in on this house in February and we were outbid, but apparently that deal fell through. I hear its very common. This is the fourth house I personally have witness falling through in as many months.

Anyway I took a look at the grounds and I was pleasantly surprised that we have hostas, mature peonies, vintage roses, bleeding heart, and a few evergreen shrubs. I love to garden, and I have kind of a portable garden right now that is waiting to find it’s home. I saved my favorite rose from my last house and it survived the winter and is flourishing right now. I am jazzed. I will be starting seedlings today, and before long they will be in the ground in our yard.

My healthy Rainbow Sorbet rose

My tentative plan is that the entire front yard will be a garden of flowers and shrub and blossoming trees. Plus a turn around/patio because we are on a busy street. For my vegetable garden we have a fence off area behind the garage that will be perfect and it will keep the dogs out.

The house itself has way more work than I remembered, but I think that is always the the case when something actually is yours. I’ll touch base on that later. For now I am blissfully dreaming of playing in the dirt.