Here, There, Everywhere!

This morning started off bright and early as Al met me at the storage shed to search and seize some wood that was too long to put in the car. Since Mom and I were not packing a saw, Al agreed to come with his pick up and pick up the wood and drive it on over to Mom's, where he cut it into different lengths for me. I am going to be making all sorts of signs for the holidays as gifts, a MIBISIGI project and for the Open Drawer Boutique.

Al was amazed by how much we had cleaned out of the storage shed as he lifted the metal door. He doesn't know how it is when Mom gets on one of her kicks. She just keeps on cleaning and cleaning and cleaning. She is like the Energizer Bunny with a double pack.

After Al departed, we worked on pricing all my tree ornaments that I had painted and put wire on to hang them. These little snowmen, snowflakes, Christmas trees, etc. are time consuming to paint and decorate, but they are so cute when they are done.

Time for lunch as our stomachs growled. Joe and Vinny's has the best pepperoni rolls with lots of pepperoni and cheese. Mom and I split one in half and we are good to go. While there, I chit chatted with one of my former students, Stephanie H.- a sweetie pie. She is super sweet and hardworking and trying to figure out what type of career she would like. My advice, do what you love to do. You are at your job for 40 hours per week. That is a whole lot of your time in life. So, why be in a miserable job when you can find something that you enjoy! Teaching for me was a joy and I certainly worked more than 40 hours per week. My step dad would always pick on my about always being at the kitchen table working away on school "stuff." He couldn't believe the hours I worked even after school. But, it didn't bother me as I wanted my students to have the best education that I could provide them. So, I am hoping that Stephanie H. is going to find her career just like I found mine. She will be a happy camper, no doubt.

We hurried off to meet my contractor, my real estate agent and the seller's real estate agent at the Secor St. house. My contractor did a walk through and we discussed all the issues that had me wondering what to do. It seems that the tiny room, where the mold surfaced, was closed up tight with a lot of totes packed in there, thus the mold. The room had nowhere to catch a breath of fresh air. I sure can relate to this, though I don't have mold growing on me yet.

The issue of the family room downstairs seemed to be solved with the findings of an old, illegal fireplace type thingy ( I am so technical about this stuff.) that the seller had ripped out, thus the rippled floor. The Bilco door is being fixed by the installer. Woo Hoo. I am going to call around for quotes on the chimney flue. Another radon test will be done this week as my contractor suggested that the seller open the basement windows. The basement was so airtight that he suspects that is why there is a radon problem, no where for it to escape. So, we will retest on Wednesday hopefully as the windows will be open for a few days to let the fresh air in and the stale air out.

So, Monday will be a busy day for me arranging all these things. But alas, a happy busy! We also discussed where to put the Mustang and we have a few ideas that are rumbling about in our heads. I know that we will find a solution to the housing of the Mustang, even if I have to park it in a storage facility. Mom needs her garage back for all her winter paraphernalia for keeping the driveway cleaned out.

After our house tour, we headed off to my sister's to sand the wood that Al cut. Mom was in charge of that while I went to do my huffer puffer. My sister gabbed along while I was huffing and puffing. I managed to shake my head yes and no. It is an interesting way to converse when you are inhaling and exhaling a misty solution.

Mom finished the wood and we chit chatted some more. My nephew is going to help me pick up my cherry sleigh bed in the next few days as they called and said it is ready to go. Off to the storage shed we go. No, I will not be camping out there in the middle shed, even though my old dining room table and chairs are there. Perhaps, a picnic at the shed is in order. The owners have just paved and we could set up the table and chairs outside and eat al fresco. Can you imagine what the other storage renters would think?

Now, them there are a bunch of rednecks. Imagine that , Emma Jean, eating their vittles right outside next to their storage shed. And look, if anyone feels like taking a nap, why there is a bed. It sure ain't Super 8 where they leave the light on. Can't wait to take a picture of this strange group to send to Uncle Herman, who has devised many uses for the Bunsen Burner. This redneck family has it down pat as they were boiling fresh corn over the Bunsen Burner. Whooo Wee!! They are conserving energy. They have no fear of Hurricane Ike.

Maybe, I will have to write a book about the practical uses of a storage shed besides storing one's materials. It could turn out to be interesting as Mom found out one day. A woman was waiting to have a "meeting" with her fella or some one's fella at the storage facility in broad daylight. Poor Mom was aghast at that particular type of rendez-vous at the storage facility, but concluded that who would be paying attention to that going on as people are coming and going. Leave it to Mom to discover another "usage" of the storage shed.

Dinner time, dinner time and we settled on McDo's as the French say as nothing much else was open. It became complicated when I asked for a grilled chicken breast sandwich. The poor clerk didn't know if they had that. So, with every question I asked, she had to confer with someone else. She was new and knew not too much about the McDo's offerings. Would that be 100 % lean or 95% lean? How about fries with NO salt? What constitutes no salt- a pinch, a tad bit, a quick flip of the wrist with the salt shaker? Kidding! I didn't ask those types of questions. Mine were much easier than that, though the young gal could not answer them. So much for McDoDo. I was ready to fly the coop after ten minutes of trying to figure out what was available for a person like me. They were probably wondering what belfry had I escaped from.

So, after dining at the fine restaurant of McDo and Co., we returned home for me to do my huffer puffer and continue to craft to my heart's content. So, now it is time to turn in and call it a day or night as the case may be. Sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite. Psst. That is why I didn't want the used mattress to begin with. My mom used to tell us that saying when we were little. It's a wonder that we ever slept with that thought running through our heads.

May you not experience bedbugs, but if you do, call Helpful Heloise. I am sure she has an answer to your problem. If you ask me, just burn the mattress in a bonfire over at the storage shed, where you will, no doubt, cause a disturbance. Well, those storage sheds are lonely, like the Maytag man unless the Maytag lady shows up for a rendez-vous out behind the storage shed.