Yes, I’m Still Alive

I’ve had several people e-mail and call because it’s been over a week since I’ve blogged: “A bit worried… haven’t heard anything from you… ya still around?”

First of all, the bathroom is still not done, not for lack of trying, of course. Rich, the poor guy that’s been spending “thankless” hours on it will probably need to be sent to a four-day spa himself to recuperate by the time he’s done with this mammoth project.

My job has been to sort all of the crap that came out of the two adjoining closets that were incidentally remodeled as well; I have been taking almost daily loads to the local thrift store if I can’t find a willing visitor to take home the surplus Christmas decorations, crafting supplies, and sheet music. I don’t want to end up on an Oprah “Hoarder” episode.

As soon as I get all the stuff off the floor back into the closets, I can get back to teaching piano lessons. Although, the four-day spa sounds great to me. The nurse at my last chemotherapy treatment wasn’t kidding about the joint pain. Guess my new bathtub will have to do.

 

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