Camera Crazy

So, we had our moving sale, and for most of the time, the sales were fast and furious with Bruce bearing the brunt of most of the craziness. With no advertising aside from four roadside signs, we did good. Mary told us not to bother pricing things which worked brilliantly because Bruce only arrived home around dinnertime Friday night with the sale slated for 8:00 the next morning, leaving no time, or energy, to price his tools. Matt's friend Liza and her husband Michael recently purchased a very large home in sore need of more furniture, however, as of today I don't know if I will need to sell any of the inside stuff. Good thing they also needed pool patio furniture, and we had plenty of that! Plus, our awesome lawn mower, and grill. I can tell you it seems pretty darn empty out back right about now.

Another large item to go was Bruce's garage work bench which was no ordinary bench. Of course you surmised that already, didn't you? He made it as a very young man while w…

Little did Hunter know how apt his words were to me when he came to do some routine maintenance on the air conditioner. Before we got all wild and crazy buying a condo, I had called to schedule the service before we left town, only they were booked for ages. I took the first appointment available, June 21, which would work just fine. Never, in my wildest dreams would I have known I was doing it for new owners, however, we do want to leave the house in as good a condition as we can, so I went through with it.
During the service call Hunter regaled me with stories about his extended family, including one wild one in which his step father was leaving the doctor's office after a routine visit where he was deemed fit as a fiddle. Not so fast....he suffered a massive heart attack at the check out window, dying instantly. Whoa Nelly! I remarked that he sure had a lot of stories, and now you know what his response was.

Lest I leave you in suspense, unlike the real estate folks did with us…

Remember that big-haired blogger from the last post? She is now a sleek bobbed blogger thanks to Monica's expert work on Friday afternoon.
I can assure you, I was not able to style it perfectly this morning, however, I was not too far off, which is a huge relief. Seriously, every time I tell her I'm never going to make it happen, and most times I'm right, but she explained it is all in the cut this time. Speaking of cut, claiming it is more hair than she has on her head, Monica insisted I photograph this mass of hair, including a large amount of from using the thinning shears. Merely genetics, I have some gray hair, but not much, but it sure shows up in this pile, doesn't it?
Gray hair is so weirdly stiff and unruly, or at least that is how it is on my head! Folks with thin hair wish they had more, and thick haired folks like myself wish I had less!

Woo hoo, ceilings done, along with most of the paint. Most, because they have to return for the baseboards once Scott fin…

Monday evening I dropped Baxter off at our vet's office for boarding. I hated doing so because he's never been boarded before; generally, family cares for him if we are away, however, in his current state, that's a bit of a hard sell. Perhaps his two day stint there will help allay some of his fear of going to the veterinarian office.
I brought his little blanket that he lies on adjacent to my desk for comfort. Picking him up late Wednesday evening, I was about half way home when I remembered it was still there. Calling the girl from my car, I explained they forgot to give it to me. Her response--- "no problem." Am I the only one who thinks that is both overly used, and inappropriate? Of course it is a problem! Baxter likes his blanket, not to mention it means a return trip.

Before my flight the next morning, I stopped at the condo to check on progress, finding the painter doing his set up.
Those big bags on the patio? Popcorn ceiling goo, all wrapped up and read…