Received the Radon test report stating that the Radon is too high at my first choice house. Four major items and Radon to boot. What next, may I ask? Oops, perhaps, I shouldn't. At any rate, as I explained to my mom that it is not a matter of life and death. So, we will continue our search. Where is that crazy guy, Ty Pennington when you need him? For us old timers, how about Bob Vila? Perhaps, I should call them all in to tackle my first choice house.
The second choice house needs a new, expanded kitchen, which is do-able,but it is an undertaking of "mass proportions." Not that I cook all that well, but I sure don't want to starve-"fat" chance on that happening, though my weight is slowly creeping down. I have the Michelin tire thing going on around my waist. "Waist not, want not," or so they say. Hey, what is one more chocolate cookie going to do after eating about ten? Kidding.
Today was let's get organized. My poor Mom tolerates my "messes." I can't think of another word that would describe my clutter, piles of junk, piles of mail, miscellaneous objects that I just can't part with and all other asundry things that are laying about. Pauvre Maman! I am not the proverbial pack rat, but I love to craft, so there are plenty of totes to de-tote.
Tomorrow, I shall tackle the totes and start doing fall and winter crafts. We've salvaged the storage shed, now we are tackling the totes. We need the Giants to tote our totes as they are pretty heavy. Mom could take on Brandon Jacobs. I don't know whether she could take on Tiki Barber or not. But, she would give them a run for a touchdown. That much I know.
So, storage shed shielding all those stuffed storage totes are now being revamped, organized and cleaned out. Come join the fun as we craft away.
May your storage shed hold the things you like to do.
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