We have been traveling between three houses. Last Friday was the closing on my house in Minnesota. Thank goodness, that one is done and dusted! Because the other two are in all stages of chaos and incompleteness. And every few days we are making the 3 hour drive in between for one reason. Or six.
One looks like this from where I sit right now, with boxes being packed and stacked everywhere.
A couple days ago while we were here working, the air-conditioning was out for 14 hours.
Packing boxes in 99 degree F heat and 85% humidity = sweaty torture!
Meanwhile, in Georgetown we have had good news on what the house inspector thought could be some pricey repairs. The air-con problem with the potential to need major repair (maybe even replacement) was a fuse, and the foundation moisture fix will cost $hundreds, not $thousands as feared!
Now, on to other decisions that have been more fun!
The living room
(Disclaimer: the mirrors behind the white shelves will be leaving as soon as the final papers are signed.)
(I kept calling them couches which apparently is Minnesotan and kept being kindly corrected, so I'm working on that.)
This one, but maybe in tan?
It's so nice and ... beachy.
More formal. Larger size? Is the wood too dark with the newly refinished oak floors?
The jury is still out on cou... er,SOFAS.
Kitchen floor, ceramic or vinyl?
Vinyl is easier on the legs, vinyl it is.
Left or right? Leaning left.
Hallway carpet. Requirements: soft and squishy, long-wearing, neutral color. You would think that would be easy, but do you know how many shades of beige and degrees of squishy there are? How many prices there are? How many promises of wearability there are? Did you even know wearability was a word?
Anyhoo, we made a decision. But it was in a carpet warehouse at the end of another 99 degree/85% humidity day of decisions and our decision-making ability had tanked somewhere around noon.
We had to go back the next morning and change the order.
The clerk didn't seem too surprised.
But it hasn't been all work and no play.
I picked out my coffee shop in Georgetown where I can get my favorite morning brew -- iced Americano -- and take it across the street to enjoy on the harbor walk on the waterfront, watching the yachts and working boats come and go.
One night we went to hear a friend of The Writer's singing at a restaurant at Murrells Inlet a ways up the coast. He is a fantastic entertainer and it was a nice place on the water.
My brain was fried and instead of the beautiful harbor and decks and docks behind him, I chose the background of the parking lot for the photo!
This is Bil Krauss. If you get a chance to hear him, he plays all over the East Coast and you'll have lots of fun.
This coming weekend The Writer will be gone to Orlando, next week I fly to Minnesota to take care of my grandsons for a week while my daughter and son-in-law are in Washington, DC, and the following week we close on our new house and move in. So please forgive me if things are a little quiet on my blog for the rest of the month and I don't get around to yours as often as usual.
I'll be around when I can!