Just getting around to some long-overdue preventive visits with the doc. Mammo, physical and blood work, and now a colonoscopy. Not sure why I'm good on this for a while and then have a lapse, but it is good to be back on track. It is the morning of the colonoscopy, and having just downed 8/10ths of a gallon of sodium bicarbonate with wild cherry flavoring, I am ready.
Speaking of ready, the TownHouse is clean and prepped with just the garage left to do. The difficulties there involve kitchen cabinets that line the walls, out of a friend's kitchen when they renovated. They have been great for storage but are heavy as a brick, especially the upper ones.
On Saturday the Hubs and a friend and I lamely tried to help him soldier the lower units into the storage POD, and we got it done, but no way could we do the upper ones without some serious guy help.
On Sunday as we were cleaning, our favorite neighbor passed by on his walk and took in the situation. About 10 minutes later, he showed up with the best attitude and offered to help! For the next several hours, I watched them step by step, he and the Hubs tackling those cabinets, working together as a team and coordinating their safe removal.
This was a really strenuous task, making the offer doubly great. The temps were about 100 degrees in a sweltering garage with no ventilation other than the open garage door. It all came down and stowed safely away, and just like that, the hardest part was done.
Our agent called last week. She said the buyers were ready to close and might we be out earlier than expected? It seemed impossible to even think about that, because of the garage. But now ... now an earlier occupancy might just be possible...all because of yesterday afternoon with Jorge.
Life is just so tender sometimes, it takes my breath away. But not on Tripoley night. That's different. On Tripoley night we will munch on appetizers like we always do and still try to beat his socks off.
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