This last week didn’t amount to much. I’ve been busy, but busy doing what I can’t seem to put my finger on it. I’ve been doing a lot of different things. I’ve been tutoring a friend’s husband in physics for instance. That’s been like a lot of fun remembering how to do things again that I haven’t touched in over ten years. I’m actually amazed I remember how to do anything at all to be quite honest.
And we keep moving forward with getting the house prepared. Carpet was finally installed. That was a nightmare. The carpet in the two bedrooms upstairs was installed strangely. How? The previous owner glued the carpet pad to the subfloor, then glued the carpet to the carpet pad. It took them all day on the first day to rip it out. And we got charged an extra removal cost as a result. Oh well, it is what it is now. The new carpet looks good in there now. Kind of sad that to get new carpet in the rooms, I have to go through a divorce to get it.
Next step is to higher a cleaning service that can deep clean the place. Once that’s completed, we’ll have pictures taken. The property is being set up to hit the listings by December 1. Then it’s a matter of time before it sells. Hopefully before spring, but I’m not holding my breath.
I had some weak moments on Saturday. My grandmother, who really isn’t that technically savvy, has been experimenting with texting. She sent me a text while I was at my tutor session. I called her afterwards. I hadn’t told her what was going on. Nobody had told her either that I was going through a divorce. I broke on the phone. It was nice to talk to her. She told me I was better off, that I’m a strong woman, that I don’t need that kind of person in my life. She’s right. I don’t.
But why does it have to hurt so bad some times?