Aside from the deployments I think selling a house is my least favorite thing about being military family. I can deal with the moving (it’s kind of exciting) and though the missing of family can wear me down it makes seeing them that much sweeter. But the selling of a house? It makes me crazy… the sheer abruptness of having to clear out and have the house clean at a moments notice so someone can look at it. Double ugh.
Lately I have been cleaning all those things that I never clean, like light fixtures and all the glassware in the bar.
I put some silk forsythia in the dining room even though it’s only January, it brightened me right up.
It feels like a routine, this business of setting the house straight. I box up lots of my books and knick knacks to make the house seem less cluttered. In doing this I came across my Besty-Tacy books. Have you read them?
I wish I could say I read them as a child but the truth is I was well into my twenties when I read the first and slowly found them at yard sales ‘for my daughters’ and brought them to my own bookshelf soon after. The last five are my favorite. I have read them over and over.
So now I’ve shared books and told you I’ve been cleaning…let me zoom out a bit.
There is still much to do. Double sigh.