We have tried to keep the yard neat, but we can't seem to keep from using it now that the weather is warming up. It has been a rapidly moving April, rolling out of a very busy March. We keep waiting for things to slow down, for a break or a breather, but we are on hour-glass time now. When it runs out, it is out. We have to be in St. Petersburg at the beginning of August. We want to be out of our house at the beginning of July. Lots of interest in has been generated for the house, many visits through our doors, but that fatal attraction needed to clinch the sale hasn't occurred. Marcela thinks that after a few more weeks of people looking at the abyssmal choices available in Somerville and Medford, someone will fall in love. We can only hope...and keep it clean.
That's the part that seemed like it wouldn't be too very much work after the first time we cleaned, but has become a pretty insistent set of activities. Clean for you is one thing. Cleaning for a potential buyer, however, is another thing altogether. I mean, who vacuums their basement twice a week? Or keeps their toaster oven in a cupboard? You could eat off any one of our floors. Then a couple of days go by without a visit and what seems like normal living turns out to be hours of rearranging again, putting things back in place, dusting and vacuuming and mopping. Life is messy, there no getting around that. But, really, who needs to be
that clean
all the time? There were a few days at the beginning of spring that felt just like spring. And then it got cold and it snowed.
They were big fat wet heavy spring flakes that plopped in little icy explosions when they hit the ground. And although it did manage to accumulate on top of the mulch bark around the cedar bushesin the yard, when the sun came out, the earth dampened and dried. And then started to green some more. The town sent the street cleaner down Front Street mid-week to sweep up the piles of sand they threw out over the snow last winter, and everything looks a little neater around the edges as true spring sets in. The kids have taken to playing in the right-of-way again, which means skinned knees. They forget after a winter of being able to fall on snow and fall inside without too much to worry about, that asphalt just doesn't give in the same way.
On April 8, Erickson's Homemade Icecream shop opened and we were were among the first to get our scoop that day. Our weekends can not be spent at home until the house sells, so we travel around by train and by car and visit Massachusetts before we say goodbye to these seasons and this landscape and these winding roads.
We have tried to keep the yard neat, but we can't seem to keep from using it now that the weather is warming up. It has been a rapidly moving April, rolling out of a very busy March. We keep waiting for things to slow down, for a break or a breather, but we are on hour-glass time now. When it runs out, it is out. We have to be in St. Petersburg at the beginning of August. We want to be out of our house at the beginning of July. Lots of interest in has been generated for the house, many visits through our doors, but that fatal attraction needed to clinch the sale hasn't occurred. Marcela thinks that after a few more weeks of people looking at the abyssmal choices available in Somerville and Medford, someone will fall in love. We can only hope...and keep it clean. 
That's the part that seemed like it wouldn't be too very much work after the first time we cleaned, but has become a pretty insistent set of activities. Clean for you is one thing. Cleaning for a potential buyer, however, is another thing altogether. I mean, who vacuums their basement twice a week? Or keeps their toaster oven in a cupboard? You could eat off any one of our floors. Then a couple of days go by without a visit and what seems like normal living turns out to be hours of rearranging again, putting things back in place, dusting and vacuuming and mopping. Life is messy, there no getting around that. But, really, who needs to be that clean all the time? There were a few days at the beginning of spring that felt just like spring. And then it got cold and it snowed. 
They were big fat wet heavy spring flakes that plopped in little icy explosions when they hit the ground. And although it did manage to accumulate on top of the mulch bark around the cedar bushesin the yard, when the sun came out, the earth dampened and dried. And then started to green some more. The town sent the street cleaner down Front Street mid-week to sweep up the piles of sand they threw out over the snow last winter, and everything looks a little neater around the edges as true spring sets in. The kids have taken to playing in the right-of-way again, which means skinned knees. They forget after a winter of being able to fall on snow and fall inside without too much to worry about, that asphalt just doesn't give in the same way. 
On April 8, Erickson's Homemade Icecream shop opened and we were were among the first to get our scoop that day. Our weekends can not be spent at home until the house sells, so we travel around by train and by car and visit Massachusetts before we say goodbye to these seasons and this landscape and these winding roads.
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