Hi Betty People,
The Home Improvement Madness goes on here. It's incredible how many decisions there are to make and how tired I am. However, I trudge onward!
The past two days have been spent preparing for the asbestos abatement team. Here's how my garage looks now:
Big burly men started moving things out here at rapid speed a couple of days ago. There is not much organization. I was not as prepared as I should have been for the enormity of this task.
Here I am with one of my contractors. He hears from me every day and brings me cookies when he thinks I am getting too wrought up over details. The sad thing is, the cookies work every time and I forget what I was so upset about.
We had to move the dining room table outside for the days when the house is being blasted inside.
I had the room divider between the bathroom area and the bedroom taken down. Not quite sure what I will replace it with. Ah, well. That decision can wait.
Here is my other contractor. This is on the rare occasion that he actually stood still. He is usually moving around. I harass him on a daily basis. He tells me "Don't worry," about fifty times a day. It doesn't really work and he knows it.
I have to move out while the asbestos team is here, but I stayed as long as possible since the cats are freaked out. There is a little room in the back of the house that does not have asbestos in it, so I have been sleeping there while all the other furniture is in the garage.
Glamorous, yes? Ah, the lifestyle of the displaced homeowner only gets better as I move to Motel 6 for two fabulous nights. (It's the only place I could stay and keep the cats with me.)
I have had some sleepless nights as I go through this process. I have been filled with self-doubt that has been almost overwhelming at times. I am also incredibly sore and tired from all the work. I can only hope this is making me stronger and helping me to see I can do just fine on my own.
Thank YOU my blogging people for giving me so much support. Really, there are times during the day when I am exhausted and I grab my computer and read your comments, encouraging me and reminding me that what I am doing indicates progress in all parts of my life. After I read your words, I get up, move some more boxes, and carry on.
I'll be back soon unless I get caught up in the Motel Six lifestyle and just decide to stay there indefinitely.