more delays

Moving is now delayed until Nov. 10. The third coat of polyurethane goes on the floors today. But I think that date will hold, and maybe even the extra painting of shelves will be done by then. John tells me every now and then that he knows I have put a lot of work into the new house and I have done a wonderful job. My first reaction is that he sounds insincere (our therapist actually agrees) but I am trying to be grateful he is that positive instead of totally dragging his heels. My hope is that 4 or 5 months down the road, when we are settled, he will tell me that I was right, our lives are better in the new house.

house progress

We accepted an offer for our old house today, so that is a huge relief of tension. No major contingencies and closing Nov. 16.


The plan is to move Nov. 2, which is a tight deadline but looks possible.

Here are some pictures:

John's sitting room has a laminate floor and is walk-out to a carport with no step at all.

John's bathroom--the folding grab bar to the right of the toilet is not mounted yet. The toilet seat is a Toto. The wall is blue below the chair rail to make the toilet easier to see.

John's shower:


The controls are outside the shower because the shower head had to be mounted on a cement block wall.

getting close

I had hoped to move this week but the house isn't going to be ready. I'm not sure whether it is going to be ready in time to move next week or not. It is getting close, but the hardwood floors still need to be sanded and refinished, paint touched up, and the grab bars installed in John's bathroom.

John is a little more focused on packing than he was at first but there is still a lot to do. And I spent the afternoon today working in the yard of the new house, not packing. I realized today that we have 5 different people we hire to help us with yard work and packing, all of whom are pretty unreliable. I got upset Sunday when someone who had repeatedly said he was coming didn't show up, but I found someone else to help me get the bushes planted before it got too cold. I'm trying to be more laid back and figure if one person can't help someone else will be able to.

I will post some pictures once the grab bars are up. John's space is going to be really nice.

hope

I had a very sore back Monday and Tuesday from preparing a garden and planting a tree Sunday, but I am much relieved it is much better today.

The roofer came today and did a minor fix that he thinks will stop the leak in our current house.

The plumber pushed down the tree that wouldn't fall and the two dead trees next to it with his backhoe and didn't charge me anything. Another subcontractor said the plumber just wanted to play with his toy.

The refrigerator that seemed not to be working did eventually get cold (it took more than 24 hours). I was too efficient and ended up paying for a service call for a repair person to tell me I should wait longer, but it is still good news.

The renovations on the house we will move to are beginning to get to the last stages. The painting isn't all the way finished yet but most of the plumbing fixtures were put in today and the appliances come tomorrow. The big thing still to be done is laminate floors on the lower level and sanding and polyurethaning hardwood floors on the main level and in the attic (where more oak flooring needs to be added in the new dormer area). The light fixtures should start to go in Friday or Monday.

The realtor says he is hoping to have an offer for us on our current house tomorrow. He doesn't know if it will be a good one, but if that did work out it would be a huge relief of stress. We had an offer earlier in the summer and agreed on a price but it was contingent on those people selling another house that has not sold.

Our kids are coming home for the long weekend and I have Monday off.

John told the therapist that he thinks the antidepressant (Wellbutrin) is helping him. I don't see much difference in his ability to get things done, but he seems to be a little more engaged--now and then he does notice that I have feelings. He started going to a specialized hand therapist and his hand is finally getting better. It will be interesting to see whether he wants me to continue to put on his socks and shampoo his hair as his hand recovers. He doesn't seem to mind being dependent, while I wish he tried harder to do things for himself.

overloaded

I had hoped to move this week but the renovations are not done, so we are currently scheduled to move Oct. 22. So it could be worse, but I need to vent.

I had some landscaping taking care of last week, regrading on both sides of the house so the water flows away from the house and not straight at the driveway. I got beds along the foundation prepared for me at the same time. Saturday the university botanical garden had a plant sale, so I bought a good sized arborvitae (emerald variety), to go near the house between two windows where it looks a bit blank. Then I took John to a funeral of someone he cared about and then went to Atlanta to pick up a chair my daughter and I had ordered.

Yesterday (Sunday) started out with two men coming to move several appliances. I didn't see any need to buy a new washer and dryer and refrigerator, but since there were decent working ones at the new house (from when it was rented to students) I decided to swap now so the refrigerator could be installed along with the new appliances later this week (it needs an icemaker line). The person who was coming to help me clean couldn't come because of an injured foot so I unloaded and cleaned the refrigerator and cleaned behind it and behind the washer and dryer when they moved them. John tried to help a little with the cleaning but he is so slow that his help didn't amount to much. He didn't try to help reload the refrigerator. This morning I had to call the appliance service people--the refrigerator that we moved to our current house isn't cooling properly.

I was left with the job of capping off the icemaker line at the old house, as the refrigerator we moved there doesn't have an icemaker. My first trip to Lowes I came home with a cap that was too big, but John went back and bought a smaller one and that worked.

Meanwhile, I had someone coming to cut down some dead trees. They are cedar trees and the one he started with proved to be hard to cut--he borrowed a splitting maul from me to add to one he was already using to wedge the tree in the right direction. He eventually got it cut but it didn't fall--it is held by vines to two other dead cedars. He was going to come back today with a winch but it is raining.

While he was working on the tree I worked on digging a hole to plant the tree I had bought (ironically also a kind of cedar, but one that grows 12 feet tall and 3 feet wide). The clay soil was the right wetness to dig relatively easily so I dug a really big hole and mixed in composted wood chips and lime and fertilizer. I should have asked for help moving the tree and the 40 pound bag of wood chips, but I had enjoyed doing the digging and doing the whole job right. Not surprisingly my back is sore this morning.

These days I usually move to another bed when John comes to bed and wakes me up with his snoring or crying out or just shifting trying to get himself positioned in bed. So I moved around 4 am last night to my son's room (since he is away at college) and realized the bed was wet because the roof was leaking. I went up and put a bucket in the attic but I didn't get back to sleep. We have been struggling with this roof problem for a couple of years--it was supposedly fixed. I called the realtor who is selling the house and asked him for a recommendation of a really skilled roofer. He said they are either cheap or good and I said I want good.

The good news is that the roof leak in the dormer of the new house does seem to be fixed, though there is still a problem with a downspout backing up. I took my laptop back to the repair place this morning--they supposedly fixed it last week but it isn't fixed.

It is all more than I can bear.