-Sam Cooke
Hey, Constant Reader, long time, no see.
Miss me?
*crickets*
Robert F. Kennedy once said, "There is a Chinese curse which says "May he live in interesting times." "
Times have been interesting as hell around here lately.
Since I last added a post to this venerable archive, there have been some big life changes around here for SWMBO and I.
In September, we made the decision to put Stately Jones Manor on the market.
It is more house than we need, or want, at this point in our lives, and the time and money we have to devote to maintenance and upkeep and mortgage payments and property taxes is time and money that can't be spent on the boat.
Or rum.
So, we had a confab with the most amazing Realtor I know, signed the listing paperwork, and then did something very, very stupid.
We asked for recommendations on work that should be accomplished around the house to maximize the value and minimize buyer's objections.
The list was long.
SWMBO and I realized we had about 5 years worth of unfinished, half-finished, unstarted and unplanned renovations to accomplish...
... in three weeks.
Remember those home decorating "challenge" shows on TV, like Trading Spaces , where ham-handed amateurs accomplish an astounding amount of transformative work to an old home in an amazingly short period of time?
Bull. Shit.
Here we are, a month on, and the house photographed well, but there are still a ton of little jobs to do, like replacing old light switches and tuckpointing brick and repainting trim.
Again.
Inside and Outside.
*sigh*
It is a bittersweet decision. We have a lot of good memories here, and we love Stately Jones Manor. But... it doesn't float.
Friends, relatives, co-workers have been asking the same question, "Where are you moving to?"
When we answer "Dunno. Haven't had to worry about it yet." There is some consternation.
"Well, you need to move somewhere!"
Whoa, let's get Stately Jones Manor sold first, then we can worry about the next step. It might sell in a month, or it might be on the market for three months with no action, in which case we take it off the market and continue to live with it and in it. We don't need to sell SJM. But, it would be nice not to have to mow the lawn we never use and paint the trim we never see and clean room we don't use and...
... it is a little frustrating always having to keep the place in "An agent has a client who wants to see the house can they come over in 15 minutes?" -level readiness. We're not total slobs, but now the laundry has to be folded and put away straight out of the dryer and shoes are always in closets and the bed laways has to be made and the kitchen sink has to always be dish-free and the bathroom sink has to be toothpaste blob- and whisker-free and....
...Okay we might be total slobs.
What is really frustrating is that it puts any winter boat building projects on hold. I don't want to start building something and then get confronted with a no-conditions, full-asking-price offer asking for a 30 day closing.
(Although, now that I think about it, maybe that is one way to guarantee a quick sale- start building something that will be a royal pain in the ass to move. )
I've also undertaken a bit of a serendipitous career change.
I wasn't looking to change jobs.
I wasn't actively beating the bushes or trolling Monster.com.
But an opportunity was offered, and I saw the chance to be one of the rare lucky few who are able to work at something that they really love to do.
The money isn't huge- it's not a whole lot different than what I have been earning.
But, it's an interesting challenge.
And, for the first time in almost 20 years, I will have weekends off.
That's huge.
In fact, it's difficult to explain how huge it is, to have a schedule that fits your spouse's, and your social circle.
This season, due to our work schedule, SWMBO and I sailed together far less often.
Hell, the reason we started sailing in the first place was because it was something we could enjoy together. I know it sounds sappy, but when we're not together, sailing is a little less enjoyable. Whiskeyjack did not leave the Dock as often as she has in seasons past.
So, it's been a crazy busy few weeks, but the worst is past, so now, instead of coming home from work, changing clothes, picking up a hammer or a drill or a paintbrush, I can get back to scratching my head and trying to figure out how to fill a blank screen woth something worth reading.
Thanks for sticking around.
and remember to...
"Talk the Dock!"
