The biggest single honey do on the way to putting the house on the market was accomplished yesterday thanks to a big hand from my friend Mark Lawrence. The ceiling in the basement which has a few sagging places in it is looking good and the trim work is replaced. Mark is Mr. Handyman when it comes to anything wood and has more tools than Tim the Toolman.
His white headed screws and nail gun made short work of the project. The boss is pleased and I am down to the painful process of going through my "stuff" and throwing treasures out. A lot of it is already gone and Salvation Army took a big load of old furniture away on Tuesday. I have to spend some quality time in my office being ruthless about throwing stuff out.
Mark just came and took a load of scrap lumber I had laying around in the garage! Less stuff for the landfill, oh boy!
I turned down an offer to golf with the guys this Monday. I have not picked up a club in more than a decade, which is one of the reasons Carol wants me to give the clubs away. I hope to get back into the game this summer, but I don't want to totally embarrass myself with the guys who play more regularly. Besides I need to get this place in shape or suffer the bosses wrath.
The one non-cleanup activity I am going to get back into is my morning walks. My expanding horizons need to be in better control.
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