We are having some hot sunny weather here for the next week or so. I'm kinda happy with that as it's already starting to feel and look like fall and I haven't really had any summer with the house and all. I'm really looking forward to next year - sitting on the deck looking at the garden, sitting on the front porch chatting with neighbours passing by - I've been waiting a long, long time to have pleasant activities like these and a place that's really home.
DH is working hard on the interior painting of the house most nights. I helped him last night by being spotter while he went up on a weird ladder and painted the hall going up the stairs. He's quite anxious about his work situation - in flux with a sale of the business looming - and I think the painting is calming him down a bit. He's really good at painting and drywall - those were his specialties when he was "on the tools" pre bookkeeping/accounting. I think he has some vague hope to go back to that if the accounting really doesn't work out. Unfortunately he's over 50 and hard physical work is much harder for those of us in that age group.
I hope he figures it out someday. I would like for both of us to be reasonably content with life in the new house. The house itself won't change our lives - we have to do that. But it will give me a sense of security and reduce my expenses enough that I can cut back on work some. That will give me some free time and the energy to do something besides slump in front of the TV every night.
Dagmar