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Finally!

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Long, long time ago I told you about the saga of selling my home. Things were moving so slowly and it looked like everything would fall through. Well, surprise, surprise! My house sold, just in the nick of time I might add, and I am now enjoying a new adventure. We downsized to a home half the size of our former one with a yard to match. It took two and one half hours to mow the grass and countless hours maintaining the gardens. I can only imagine how long it will take to mow our small piece of earth. In fact…at this point all we have is clumps of soil. The only thing growing in my yard are a few brave weeds.

Since moving-in 5 weeks ago I have managed to paint all but one room. The pile of unopened boxes has dwindled to only a few. Gone are the table cloths and such that covered our windows. In their place are shiny new shades. The makeshift wood sidewalk has been replaced with concrete. The rocky driveway is now finished as well. Left on the To-Do-List is the leveling of our soil and the planting of grass seed. Once that task is finished we will find ourselves mastering the art of growing grass.

This is the first day I have had to sit, relax and enjoy my new location. As I recline on my back patio, amidst the soil and rocks I’m daydreaming of what is to come. I’m imagining how different my environment will look by the time snow flakes fall. How many trees and what varieties will be planted. Where will the flower beds go?

For now I’m content with things as they are.

Cindy Anderson
Cindy Anderson
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A New Adventure

Quite some time has elapsed since we last visited.  Much activity has taken place during that absence.  The decision on which story to share first took a bit of contemplation.  After much thought I have decided to share with you the following update.

Late last summer my husband and I made the decision to put our home up for sale. Many, many hours and much thought went into that decision. At the forefront was the desire to be debt free. In a few short years my husband will be retiring. Granted we have seven or eight years until such an occasion would take place but plans for that life changing event must begin in advance.

Selling our present home and downsizing to a much smaller structure was our first hurdle. We enlisted the help of a familiar realtor. After her initial visit she left a list of things to do to make our home more inviting to prospective buyers. Hurriedly we tackled and checked off each of those items. In very short order we were ready for her return visit. As is typically the case, we signed a number of documents then watched as she moved throughout the house snapping photos. The photos as well as pertinent details of our home were registered on the internet.

In no time we were preparing for the first, second, third, fourth, and so on, showings of our home. With each viewing came the list of items with which the individuals were dissatisfied. Not wanting to deter anyone from falling in love with our home we set about the task of removing those obstacles.

One by one we removed each of our raised bed gardens. Along with them went our raspberries, the succulent strawberries, of which our grand children took great pleasure in sampling, the Michigan blueberry bushes my husband acquired from a kind neighbor and the beautiful lillys I transplanted from my oldest daughter’s garden.

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Also among the casualties was my herb garden. Flourishing in the organic soil were basil, chamomile and my absolute favorite, lavender.

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Last but not least was the wild flower garden I had initiated to fill in the open soil left by our previously removed compost bins.

We replaced the once hotbed of activity with boring patches of grass seed. Faithfully we watered and tended to those areas making certain they flourished. Before long the seeds of grass bloomed and spread until all that was left of our own little garden was our memories. Thankfully what appeared as scars, in my mind, are now covered with snow. One could not detect a hint of their existence beneath the blanket of white.

Aside from the changes made outdoors we have done some redecorating inside as well. To date we have updated our fireplace, added a few walls in the basement and purchased numerous items to instill a more modern appearance.

Price changes have also been made. It’s funny how the value one places on their own home does not necessarily reflect that of prospective buyers. Three times we have reduced our price. The last one occurred recently. This reduction is the one that hurt the most. The distance between our heart and reality is great.

Unfortunately all of these attempts have yet to produce a signed contract. For us what has resulted is a sense of sadness. Gone are the nuances that made this our home. Left are the daily reminders of what once was our property. Inch by inch we find ourselves distancing our hearts from the home that once was our haven.

And so, we wait for the family that will love this home as much as we have and for the opportunity to move on. We are sad because they will not have the occasion to sample the abundant delights that tantalized our senses. We realize, however, that they will find their own way to love and grow in this home. Until then we cautiously make plans for our next home.

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Something’s Missing!

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Notice Anything Missing?

Since way before Christmas I’ve been waiting for a new dishwasher.  On one very memorable day Sadie and I were lounging in my overstuffed easy chair.  My dishwasher was busy washing the most recent load of dirty dishes.  Typically my dishwasher goes about its business mostly in silence.  We chose this particular brand of appliance particularly because it is well-known for how quiet it is.  That is until it breaks.

Oh, Oh!

On one very unfortunate day I was instantly alerted to my dishwashers malfunction because of a very sudden and unusual noise.  Unusual noises are not something you want an appliance to make.  I set Sadie down on the floor and walked over to my dishwasher.  I listened for a bit more to see if the noise would go away.  When it did not I released the locked handle to stop the machine.  After pausing to wait for the interior water to settle I cautiously opened the dishwasher door.

What Was that Sound?

My hope was that perhaps a utensil or some other dish had somehow obstructed one of the rotating wash arms.  I slid open each of the dish racks looking for an obstruction.  Everything seemed to be in order.  Each of the dish racks were slid back in place.  I closed the appliance door and re-engaged the door lock.  I depressed the start button and listened for the machine to begin.  Unfortunately the noise that caused the commotion returned.  My expert diagnosis 🙂 confirmed something was wrong.  (If I’m an expert then we are in serious trouble.)

Call 1-800 Hubby

I released the locked handle once more then reached for my cell phone.  This called for an immediate message to my hubby.  I sent him a text message notifying him of our new issue.  When my hubby returned home at the end of the day he did his own diagnosis.  He was able to determine that the machine was able to pump water out but was unable to spin about the wash arms.  This equipment failure was not something he could repair.  A call was place to a local repair shop.

We Need Your Help!

The first available appointment that fit in our schedule wasn’t until December 27, 2012.  I was so disappointed with the prospect of hand-washing dishes.  Granted there are only two of us living here but I’m amazed at the quantity of dirty dishes we can accumulate in one day.  We seldom use toss-away dishes.  Being conscious of our environment and our resources we have chosen not to use them.  I’ve been so very spoiled with owning a dishwasher that having to wash even a few dishes seems a huge chore.

Please Fix it Mr. Repairman

We waited for the allotted time to pass with much anticipation.  Our hope was for an easy solution.  As the chips would fall the remedy was not a simple one.  The required repairs were very costly.  Rather than invest a substantial amount of money into a seven-year old appliance we opted to replace it.

The Next Step

The very same day we were given the disappointing news we made a visit to an appliance store.  From the available options we made our selection.  Unfortunately the color we desired was not in stock.  The projected delivery date was weeks in advance.  Reluctantly we agreed to the purchase.

Fast Forward

Fast forward the calendar to today.  The new dishwasher has arrived.  Tonight my youngest son-in-law and my husband will install the new dishwasher.  Having the empty spot in my cabinets once again filled with a dishwasher will be so wonderful.

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What Happened to the Old Dishwasher?

Oh, I suppose you are wondering what we did with the old one.  My youngest son-in-law has it.  He’s very handy when it comes to repairing mechanical items.  Perhaps being a mechanical engineer plays a part in that.  Go figure!  Anyway he took it home and fixed it.  He replaced his old dishwasher with ours.  As of today it’s running properly.

Another happy ending to one of life’s frustrating little problems.