I guess there is something to be said for doing things yourself. Such as: Ow! when a hammer is plunged into a thumb. Also: Crap! when you realize you have to paint a ceiling. There are worse words, for sure. And don't doubt it: I will be using them.
Around the house right now I committed to doing several things. First up, of course, are the bedrooms. If you're even a moderately committed reader here, you know that I've been wanting to get the walls painted and carpets out in all 3 bedrooms since the day we moved in. The straw that finally broke the camels back (poor camel) was the fact that we have a kid with an allergy to dust (and athsma when things get bad) and carpets are a big "no-no" for her.
So, it came to be, the younger kid would be the first to get a "new room." We finally settled on bamboo flooring - the kind that we put in ourselves. (Anything else was either too expensive or vinyl.) We could only mentally deal with ordering the flooring for one room at a time- which lets you know that it wasn't exactly as inexpensive (for us) as we hoped. The other rooms will hobble along, perhaps after we get over the shock of the first room and make sure it all works out ok. (Also- I was told as my card was being swiped- that you can't return the flooring as the bamboo is a special order. I didn't tell my husband this. Another reason to wait and see how the one room goes first.)
Ok. So here's the other thing. We have to wait 2 weeks for the flooring to arrive. Meanwhile I've pulled the carpet out, and started cutting in the new fresh white paint. Oh well. This is a good lesson in patience, right? (And yes, we will also have a pink wall. No child in her right mind will let a mother paint her room all white.)
Ok. Let's move to the outside. The outside of our place is a whole other story. Often when I look out there with plans in mind I get so overwhelmed I just have to go back inside. I'm learning that I have to do one section at a time in this yard of ours. A yard with lots of space and so much potential- but it's all project after project. I'm thinking hundreds of bags of manure and soil amend. At least one hundred gallons of plants. Plenty of wood for building more veggie boxes. It's just going to take years, I'm thinking. And that is that. Plant by plant.
The other day I bought one beautiful Salvia type plant (salvia, not saliva) with long stems and the most beautiful tiny blue fairy flowers on the ends. One is better than none, right? It is growing outside my office where I wait on a daily (and sometimes hourly) basis for it to get tall enough to peek up into the window.
The biggest job outside is the ripping of the morning glory vine. Have I told you about this?
Oh. That bad ol' vine.
Someone near us planted a morning glory vine in their yard, one day, long before we bought the house. Probably just a harmless thought. One pretty little purple flowered plant, into the ground. Now that one harmelss plant is swallowing three homes, ours is one of them. We hardly ever hire yard help- but last week we had three men come in and for a number of hours pull the vine (which easily re-roots itself from its stems) off the ground, off one side of our fence and out of our suffering grapefruit tree.
We will be pulling off the rest of the vine ourselves. I tell myself I will start today. There is such a cute spot in front of our house, underneath a window, that would make a wonderful little flower garden. Oh! How pretty I could make it! But as you can see, it is literally feet thick with the vine.
And so these are my projects. They are not a phonecall away. They are hands in, getting dirty, hours passing, slow progress. In every spare moment I have (which is not very many, mind you) my gloves are on. And I'm telling you. I'm gonna knock 'em out.