Winter sucked this year. For about four or five months, our world has been a moonscape of ice. There are still mounds of dirty snow in the edges of the supermarket parking lot. Nasty, evil dirty snow. We hates it.
This was then.
This is now. Rose bush trimming…
And all sorts of chores. Because spring makes me happy, and when I’m happy, I put my husband to work steaming off wallpaper in the bathroom. Yay!
I’m covered in a fine powder of spackle at the moment. I’m getting quotes on a new roof and a small retaining wall, so there’s much business around here. Good business.
Apt. 11d 
Spring is still only a theory here in central Ontario. We have snowbanks higher than my head, even though they’ve started to erode and melt as a few days of above freezing afternoons have finally come. Nevertheless, I’m spring cleaning because, if I wait for the weather, I’ll start spring cleaning in summer.
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We’ve had a number of days in the 80s already, but haven’t flicked on the air conditioning yet.
We’re waiting for a start date from a contractor for a small bathroom job we’re doing. He’s done a few jobs on this house already (roof, exterior repairs, exterior painting, and painting two rooms inside). I’m a novice at working with contractors, but I keep telling him that we’re going to be doing the house one bit at a time, so as long as we stay happy with him, we’ll have more jobs. So far, so good. This is going to be the most complicated indoor job we’re having done as new homeowners although the area involved is tiny: new white paint, stripping and painting of baseboards, removal of old purple bidet and old purple toilet, installation of new white (!!!) toilet and new flooring ($35 vinyl remnant). We’ve got the toilet and the flooring standing by. The whole thing got rolling after a minor flood involving the purple toilet.
The general color scheme we’re struggling with here is a lot of late 80s/early 90s mauve, with occasional purple accents. What I’d like to do is move in the direction of more neutral backgrounds and then work in soft blues and soft reds.
I have to count my blessings, though–none of the previous homeowners were wallpaper nuts. The only wallpaper in our house is some unobtrusive pink palm vinyl stuff in the powder room. It could be so much worse.
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We are about one year into owning our house. It’s been great, but I now realize that I’m supposed to pull out the checkbook and write a $100 check every time a guy with a truck slows down outside our house.
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It’s snowing here. Nothing more to say.
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I’m so sorry.
It can’t last forever, can it?
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