I really meant to blog again, but things have gotten crazy around here with preparing the house for sale. Turns out I kinda hate house projects -- especially those that involve paint. Things are looking pretty good so far, though, and I'm excited to see the final product. And then to sell it to someone else. And soon. I'll be terribly sad to leave my house but overwhelmed with glee to have the whole process done. Of course, once the house is done Dave and I will start planning the wedding. We've been engaged for just over a week now and I already feel like I'm behind.
Congrats to me on finishing a book that was not assigned for class. E. M. Forster's A Room With a View is quite good. Funny stuff. I recommend it. In other news, I'm putting my house on the market soon. So that's also a big deal.
After a year and a half of living with Cassie, I finally understand:
"I don't even think about sweeping the floors because I've always had carpet. I used to vacuum all of the time, but I'm not used to hardwood floors. And you know, I don't even really like the hardwood."
It still doesn't quite feel like summer. Mostly because I'm still feeling guilty at every turn for not getting this or that done. Today, the guilt over the messy house is at the forefront of my guilts. One of these days I swear I'm going to spend a sleepy day doing nothing and it will be the only thing I should be doing.