- I decided not to get a metal roof. We were this close to biting the bullet and doing it and then I realized I was going to have bad dreams about the $9k it was going to cost out of our little pockets.
- Some of the things we repaired/remodeled/replaced when we moved in (not long enough ago) are starting to fail/show themselves to have been bad decisions/get dirty and that's really frustrating. It's one thing to complain about the decisions/shortcomings of the "previous owner" but to have the blame firmly on our shoulders? Ugh.
- It wasn't a banner gardening year - I take much of the blame for that (again, not my favorite thing) but it's a bummer.
- All of that, coupled with Mr. K and my simultaneous decision to become horrible housekeepers (no underlying reason, just lazy kizmit) had us both feeling pretty deflated about our home. Then, a house down the street with more land and tons of charm came up for sale and I started getting happy feet... I was ready to leave the mess behind and start fresh 2oo yards away. Toilet-cleaning aversion is a powerful hallucinogen, my friends.
Dear House,
Sorry I looked at you funny last week. I got a little mad because the Marmoleum I insisted on having in your bathrooms is starting to bubble up and disintegrate. I know it's a little bit personal but your basement smells like cat pee. I promised you a new kitchen but even with Ikea just down the road, I'm daunted by such a big and expensive job. Luckily, your big trees, cozy spaces, and almost limitless resale potential far outweigh your shortcomings.
Love, Robin
PS: but really, house, did you have to let a big ol' snake move in against your foundation? A, is thrilled of course, but I, on the other hand, will probably never go out back without shoes on again (and I will have bad, bad dreams about snakes coming up through drains and such things because really, animals just shouldn't move like that).
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