As the days progress, drawing closer and closer to my closing date, the reality of the situation starts to set in. I’m filled with both excitement and dread, though the excitement has begun to win out.
The song that best fits the situation “No one sayin ‘Do this!’ No one saying ‘Be there!’…”
Oh, I know its not going to be as amazing as all that – there are bills to pay and gotta clean the house and mommy won’t be there to cook dinner for me. But I’m ready to have ALL the responsibility.
I keep thinking about all the things that need doing, and then the “But first’s” get in the way. I want to pack, but first I must close on the house, because I have nowhere to put my stuff once it’s in boxes. I don’t want to live in a room stacked with boxes for weeks. And even after closing, I have to repaint and fix floors. So that’s the next step after closing. Should I even put anything in boxes yet? Should I waste my boxes on books, or should I put other things in those boxes? I’m going to just transport my clothes and my sewing fabric in the containers they’re already in. And I don’t want to live for weeks in a room half packed either.
But, I’m close enough to closing that this weekend that I went ahead and got the fix for the kicked in door and the new locks. Discovered that I could possibly fix the door with a lot less work and money than originally thought. I’m not going to replace the whole door. I’m just replacing the broken part.
I also went shopping for a rug today at the flea market. Things didn’t go quite the way I thought they should. The only employee working the rug area was lecturing another woman when I arrived. Her poor husband was loitering off to the side, bored as heck. Then she finally got tired of listening to the guy tell her the same thing over and over and left, leaving the employee to me. I had taken that time to look over the selection of rugs.
Let me say this: I don’t like rugs. I just don’t. Most of the time, the pattern on the rug, or the colors, something about rugs annoys the heck out of me and I can’t stand them.
I found ONE rug I wouldn’t mind looking at. So I asked the guy the price on the one I liked. He told me $399. I went “Hmm.” In a thoughtful/disappointed tone. Thinking about it. Then he asked me what the color of my couches were. I told him Khaki/beige. He proceeded to tell me firmly and repeatedly that I couldn’t have that rug because the predominant color was creamy white. And I’m like… what? What? REALLY? You’re going to tell a customer they can’t have a product because something someone in a home fashion magazine said? He refused to let me speak and say that my couches are a temporary issue. I didn’t buy them and I plan on changing them later. But he kept talking over me and saying I have to pick a different color rug.
No. Dude lost a sale.
I don’t like being treated like that.
On the plus side, I bought an antique.
A 1934 Kenmore sewing machine. It’s beautiful. I flipped when I saw it at the flea market. I’m totally going to use it too.