My underwear causes me problems...

I spent the last weekend working on my house....and I do mean the whole weekend. I was expecting the house appraiser on Monday afternoon so I had a deadline and a determination to get things done. I started immediately upon arriving home on Friday after work and didn't even stop when the appraiser arrived on Monday. It's just a comedy situations at times and, I swear, you'd think I could manage something as simple as having my house appraised without involving my undergarments, but as a friend of mine says, "Your underwear causes problems." Upon reflection of another situation she reminded me of**, I had to conclude she's right!

Anyhow, I spent the weekend plaster patching, painting, and hauling items up and down the stairs while turning my spare bedroom from a storage area into a real spare bedroom. This involved much work. The room was in shambles. I had informally dubbed it "Maia's room" and left it to the cat and thus I had the challenge of not only relocating all my stuff into other areas of the house, but also to erase that lingering odor of kitty litter (fresh, scented litter - not used so I don't want any "ewwwwws"). Given the number of cracks and patching that I needed to do, the plaster part of that job took quite awhile! But, I persevered and, as it was my main focus, acheived much in that room by Monday. I only have one wall left to paint but that involves ripping out an ugly 2"x4" structure that had been added to the side of the closet and patching any wall damage so...it'll wait until another day.

Now, while I may have achieved a good deal in the bedroom, my first floor of the house was turning into a pit of boxes, debris and laundry. A good chunk of the items I had stored in that bedroom needed to be transferred to the basement...that's two floors. You know what? Those items are still sitting in my kitchen! LOL Oh well.

I also achieved quite a bit on the first floor, but it was in small ways that aren't immediately noticeable. I did some plaster work and lots of painting in the kitchen, added a metal decorative sheet to the space above the range, and managed not to break my neck while being balanced on the wood planks that I used to cover the basement stairwell (so I could finish that wall). It was worth it though. I'll have to take some pictures and post them at another time. I finished painting in the study and did some plaster work and more painting in the bathroom. That may not sound like a lot, but let me tell you...I was sore all week!

It all ended like the ending of a fairy tale though....kinda. You see, the appraiser arrived 45 minutes early. I had just finished hand scrubbing the bedroom floor (it's vinyl - old, 50's vinyl - don't ask me why they did that) and had come downstairs to take a quick shower before cleaning up my chaotic piles into more organized piles when I heard the knock at the door. I answered in my bathrobe and stood there, mouth agape, as she introduced herself. I took a step back, looked at the range clock and said "I wasn't expecting you until 1:00." She apologized and offered to wait outside. As if I could do that to someone! I'm not that rude - even though it was rude of her to show up early without giving me some notice. So, seeing the piles of stuff in my mind and starting to laugh, I told her to come on in. I figured she could overlook the piles since she had arrived early.

She did her thing, took some photos, etc while I answered questions and listed the improvements we had made over the past three years, without paying much attention to exactly what kind of piles I had sitting around. It only occurred to me after she left that, in her photo shots, I do believe I have undergarments featured in all but the living room ones. The clothing I had set out in the bathroom for my shower are most likely predominantly centered in the bathroom photo she took, since that was the direction she shot her camera. The angle she used in the kitchen no doubt also managed to capture the pile of clean laundry on the dryer - including undergarments at the front of the stack. Yes...oh yes...my undergarments will be forever displayed as part of the appraisal of the house.

I did get what I wanted out of the house so apparently she wasn't all that disturbed by the piles. Considering I didn't make her wait in her car for 45 minutes, hopefully it made her a little more inclined to be nice. I can't imagine what I would have gotten if I had rudely told her to leave!

** The previous situation included having my dryer raided while using the laundry facilities in the condo complex I previously rented. The only thing missing was underwear. My friend tried to tell me all the scenarious she could think of for someone to take my underwear but I begged her not to say anymore. My stomach couldn't handle it. I put up a notice to the general condo population that we had an underwear thief in our midst and to carefully watch their laundry if they wanted to be able to clothe themselves later. ;) I had forgotten about that until she reminded. LOL