Rabbit, Uncle Robert, Cupcakes and Telling Time

Today has been drizzly and cool, but not cold by any means.  It feels more like April outside than February.  That’s supposed to change over night, when a massive snow storm is projected to dump on us.

Of course, I have clients wanting to look at houses tomorrow.  Since PC has to work (he has not had a Saturday off since before Christmas), Rabbit is spending the morning with my brother at his apartment.  Robert called me just a few minutes ago at 10:00 p.m. – he had just gotten home from the grocery store after his night custodial shift downtown.  He got cookies and pudding snack cups and Sunny Delight for Rabbit – I guess he’s afraid she’ll starve to death in one morning!

“I don’t have cable or anything,” he warned me.  ”It’s pretty boring over here.”  I assured him that Rabbit makes her own fun.  She’s taking markers and paper and books and a few toys with her.

He just called me back and said “I have frozen pizza, too.”  I think he’s as excited as she is to have a morning hanging out.  His daughter is grown and on her own, 21 years old, and he hasn’t seen her in over a year.  This will be fun for him and Rabbit.

She really dislikes going with me on house showings: she has to be on her best behavior, she spends a lot of time in the car going from one place to the next, she hates going into basements, she gets car sick on the drives, and feels like she wastes a lot of valuable play time.   “Mommy,” she said earlier this week after going through a particularly bad house, “Why was that house so old?”

Tonight at dinner, we ate ham, au gratin potatoes and broccoli.  Rabbit was complaining about the ham (we think she’s a budding vegetarian) but I had brought home a Le Quartier (local bakery) cupcake I had gotten from a friend this afternoon and Rabbit had been told we would split it if she ate her dinner.  She choked down the rest of her ham and later sighed in pleasure as she sank her fork into dark moist chocolate with fluffy marshmallow-ey frosting.  ”Oh mommy,” she crooned.  ”This tastes even better than it looks!  This was worth it.”

Rabbit is working on telling time.  They’re trying to teach the kids in school, and it’s a struggle.  She doesn’t get it at all and has been tearful and frustrated.  I don’t want to ruin her treat-filled Saturday with Uncle Robert, but tomorrow we also have to work on her time-telling homework.  Anyone have a tried and true method for helping to teach this? I still remember my struggles to learn it at Rabbit’s age.

Meanwhile, I’m going to get ready for bed – tomorrow is going to be a full day.

 

Just a Random Update Post

Crazy times lately and taking up with knitting have combined to make my presence here a little scarce. I thought I would throw together an update of sorts.

I had some good results from recent open houses and picked up a couple of new buyer clients, and have been showing houses almost every day for a week.  One client is close to buying a house and another couple is closing in on the right place.  A third couple is waiting for some final credit documentation before making an offer, which might end up being another month.  But I feel good that I have this level of activity after how slow things were in the second half of last year.

Meanwhile, we are still waiting for our IRS situation to get straightened out.  My advice to you is that if you are self-employed, use an accountant and not home tax software.  There’s a reason I don’t do tax preparation for a living, so I don’t know why I would continue trying to do this when there are professionals who can give us far better guidance.

I baked two loaves of bread today and they BOTH stuck to the inside of the loaf pans.  The vegetable oil spray I bought was cheaper because it was the store brand instead of Pam.  More advice: don’t try to save money by paying 75cents less for a can of vegetable oil spray if the result is a useless product that twice makes you have to throw away loaves of bread.  It costs money in the long run.

Rabbit has been struggling with a stomach bug, leg pains and headaches for over a week now.  She had a terrible time Sunday night, so sick to her stomach that she threw up.  She’s better now, but the leg pains had us worried for a while.  I think they were explained when we discovered this morning that clothes that were too big for her two weeks ago were the right size, and a shirt she wore only a week ago was too small.  I’ll have to check her height, but I think she had a massive growth spurt and it made her ache and hurt all over.

The weather here has been in the 50s and 60s for several days but they’re predicting snow (and lots of it) for the weekend.  I’m going to have to take clothes to the laundromat tomorrow and hopefully the weather holds out enough that I can put clothes on the line again.

Our company’s annual awards banquet was tonight – PC and I went, and while we were there, my cousin Mary came over and took Rabbit out for dinner and then they hung out at the house and watched American Idol and a movie.  I’m confident that Rabbit had a much better time than we did!

I am currently reading “The Cat’s Table” by Michael Ondaatje (author of “The English Patient”) and so far, it’s very good.  I think I have only read four or five books so far this year because of all the knitting!

Speaking of which, I have knitted probably ten cotton dish cloths, as well as an infinity scarf for Rabbit.  I’m currently working on a moss-green ribbed wool scarf for PC.  After I finish that, I’m going to go back online to the instructional videos to learn some new stitches and techniques, since I would like to learn cable-knit.  Regardless, it is a wonderfully relaxing hobby that I can enjoy while watching TV or while waiting in front of a house for buyers, or at an open house between clients.  I knit while at the laundromat, also, which led to a conversation with an elderly lady who was also a knitter.   When I finish the scarf, I’ll post pictures.

Tomorrow’s plan:  laundromat, then groceries, then house showings and then knitting and work on preparations for the youth retreat at the end of the month.  Friday’s plan:  baking bread and then working some part-time hours helping a friend in his business in the afternoon, taking pictures of inventory and helping write copy and reorganize inventory on their website.  Saturday, I’m doing second showings on houses from today for a set of buyers.

What do you have planned for the rest of the week?

My Darling, My Washer

I got a clear and up-close reminder of how much laundry my family does in a week when our washing machine broke down on Tuesday.   I also got a serious look at how people can be robbed blind by washing clothes at a laundromat.

We were upstairs eating dinner when I thought I heard the dryer buzzer going off in the basement.  But it was a longer buzz than normal – about 15 seconds.  I went downstairs and the dryer was still going, but the washer was silent.  I pushed the knob in and then pulled it back out.  Nothing.  I opened the washer.  It was full of water and clothes.

I checked the breaker box, but nothing had been tripped.  So I turned the washer off and put in a call to our home warranty company for a repair.  Later, I turned the washer on, just to check.  It ran through the full cycle and I put the clothes in the dryer.  Pushing my luck, I started another load of laundry.

After filling up and beginning to agitate, the horrible buzzing went off again, and this time I smelled hot electric ozone nastiness.  I turned off the machine and unplugged it, and took all the clothes out and piled the sodden mess in a basket, tilting it on its side to drain into the floor drain.

I felt lost – the dirty clothes piled up all over the laundry room and I was powerless to do anything about it.

Thursday, the repairman showed up and collected his $60 service fee.  It turned out that our 14 year old Amana washer (which has NEVER had a breakdown or service issue) had a frayed belt, shot bearings, and the seals on the tub were leaking, causing moisture to short out the motor, which was completely fried.  The repairman managed to run the motor long enough to spin the water out of the  machine, and then tallied up what it was going to cost (not us, the warranty company) to repair the machine.  All told, it would be just under $300.  The parts had to be ordered, so we’re looking at February 6 before the repair will be done.

And it will be a doozy – there will be two guys here, who will have to turn the machine upside down and essentially rebuild it inside.  The warranty company offered to just credit us with the $300 so we could replace the machine, but there’s no way I can get as good a washer for $300 as we have now, even if it is 14 years old.  It’s built to commercial specifications, with a huge stainless steel tub and is an absolute workhorse.  With the repairs, they say we’ll get at least 5 more years out of it.

So today, I gathered up all of our dirty clothes and towels and cloth napkins and dishtowels and wash cloths.  I stuffed clothes into pillow cases (three of them, full) and baskets (three of THEM full).  And I took out to the car the basket of  still-wet (and now nastily mildewy smelling) half-washed clothes that had been in the washer when it broke down.

Rabbit packed up markers and paper and I brought my knitting project, and we set out for a nearby LaundryLand, where I planned to use the commercial triple-load machines to get our laundry done all in one fell swoop.

First of all, I haven’t been in a laundromat in years – in fact, it’s been seventeen years since we have had to put coins in any laundry machine.  So I was appalled that it was $3.50 to $4.00 to do one load in the triple-capacity machines.  I asked the attendant how many minutes a quarter would buy in the big dryers, and she told me five minutes.  So I decided we would wash the clothes there and dry them at home.

I used four triple-load machines and one double-load machine.  I spent almost $20 just washing clothes, but they were all done in less than half an hour.  I used my homemade powdered detergent, which made absolutely no suds at all, and even the stanky clothes that had been moldering in the basket for three days came out smelling fresh and clean.

At home, I hung at least three baskets of clothes on the line, since it was about 40 degrees, windy and sunny outside.  In the basement, I put a load of clothes into the dryer and then hung jeans on the drying rack, delicates on the little round clip-hanger I use, and then hung dish towels and shirts on hangers around the downstairs shower bar (which goes to the basement shower area next to the washer, which has not been used for showering since probably the 1970s).  I did this to pre-dry the clothes, because the laundromat machines strategically don’t spin the clothes quite as well as home machines, in what I believe is an attempt to make you spend more on the dryers.

HOLY HELL, it was a long afternoon.  I’m used to doing one or two loads of laundry a day, just keeping up with what’s down the laundry chute.  This was a marathon of changing out loads in the dryer, folding, putting on hangers, running clothes upstairs, and putting away towels and linens.

I went outside and gathered the clothes from the line at dusk, and they were still slightly damp, and freezing cold.  They didn’t take as long in the dryer, fortunately.  Right now, the very last load is tumbling away.

There were families at LaundryLand doing their week’s wash, and I can’t fathom how much they must spend in a year on washers and dryers, as well as the giant jugs of name-brand detergent they were using.  One elderly Vietnamese man was washing blankets in the triple-load machine and I think he used eight ounces of liquid Tide.  No wonder a third of their machines are out of order.

If we did all of our wash at the laundromat every week the way other families have to, we’re talking about at least six loads of wash a week – even if we used the triple capacity machines, that’s $12 a week (separating the whites, the colors and the reds, which is our usual method).  Drying the clothes would be about $2.00 per 40 minute dry time, multiplied by four machines to distribute the clothes efficiently, and that’s $8.00 to dry the clothes.  So a minimum of $20.00 a week to wash and dry a standard amount of clothes.  Many times, we have even more laundry than that, since we use cloth napkins, wash our sheets and bath mats and so on.  But even conservatively estimating $20 a week means that in a year, we could spend over $1,000 at the laundromat!

Seriously, the cost of doing laundry every year on its own should convince people to buy a washer and dryer with their income tax returns instead of buying a big screen TV.  I know some of these folks live in apartments without laundry hookups, but some live in houses.

It’s no wonder the poor stay poor.  (I say this because I know – we’ve been there and occasionally go back there when times are lean).  Thank God our machine will be fixed in just over a week and we can go back to doing laundry on our own time.

I read an article a while back about how expensive it is to be poor:  how you might only be able to afford a crappy cheap item when you buy something big, and then it breaks down so you have to  replace it.   I see the laundry situation fitting right into that.  Someone lives in an apartment and they do their laundry in coin-0p machines….how many budget experts think to factor in the cost of keeping clothing clean?  I’m willing to bet not many.

One of our ongoing expenditures is our home warranty.  It is $40 a month, but covers appliance breakdowns and our furnace and central air, some plumbing and electrical malfunctions.  It has paid for itself almost every year, just in repairs to our fridge, our dryer twice, our dishwasher, etc.   Since our income fluctuates so wildly, we consider the warranty to be a form of insurance against the inevitable:  something breaks down when we can least afford to have it fixed.  In another year or two, we’ll be able to get rid of the warranty after we’ve replaced our furnace and our water heater and our kitchen range.  Until then, we are holding onto it.  It sure helped us out this past week.  Meanwhile, our plan is to start socking away the equivalent of the warranty payments into savings to build up an emergency fund for these kinds of repairs.

Of course, we had an emergency fund in 2011: we just had to use it for living expenses.  Let’s hope 2012 shapes up to be better than 2011.

Now, go hug your washing machine.  And if you don’t have one?  You really should think about changing that.

I’m Not Dead!

I feel like I’ve fallen off the side of the world.  I’ve been working with several new clients, all buyers, which is a terrific change from the slow season of November and December.  I haven’t had much time for blogging, nor much desire to write, honestly.

I will be back soon.  Thanks for hanging in there with me while I stress and fret.

Grey Slush and Restlessness

This is that dreadful time in winter when I hit the horse latitudes; I need to organize but am unmotivated.  I need to plan for my spring garden but it is so cold outside it doesn’t seem it will ever be warm again.  My hair needs to be cut, we need new clothes, and of course, there is the dreaded grey slush melting on the floor by the mat next to the back door.

There’s something about that grey slush that just sends me over the edge.  The inability to control my environment, the irritation of stepping into a cold puddle in my stocking-feet? Either way, I hate it.

I’m sick of eating casseroles, soups and leftovers.  I’m sick of ground beef.  I’m sick of waking up in the morning in a dark house, with bare trees outside the windows.  I’m sick of the white residue of salt water crusting the car from the water thrown by other drivers’ tires on melting city streets.

Staticky hair from wearing a hat.  Chapped fingertips, chapped lips, dry skin.  Cracked heels catching on socks, cold drafts next to the door, my  engagement ring turning to the side inside my winter gloves, my eyes watering in the cold, my glasses fogging when I come inside.

My daughter is having growing pains and in the evenings after school, every day this week, she has whimpered while rubbing her thigh, unable to concentrate on homework.  The nurse line at the doctor’s office has cut me off mid-recording each time I’ve tried to leave a message.  It took three tries to ask them to call and let me know if we need to bring her in for an exam.

A thousand things are on the list of what I could complain about, but really what it boils down to is restlessness, the feeling I get every year between the new year and the start of spring.  I’m unable to focus, I can’t take on new DIY projects or crafts, and I just want to curl up in a ball and sleep.

So instead, I’m going to take a hot shower.  I’m going to start a loaf of bread and get ready for a client meeting this afternoon.  I’ll make supper for my family and after PC gets home and we eat, Rabbit and I will sit down and watch “American Idol.”

Spring will be here before long, but it can’t come soon enough for me.

Pre-Empted by Knitting

I haven’t posted much lately because I’ve taken up a new hobby.  Did I mention that I am learning to knit?  I learned a couple of stitches (knit and purl) and also yarn over and knit two together, casting on, of course, and binding off.

Instead of learning more, I’ve spent the past week knitting dish cloths.  The same pattern, with crooked edges, which I found a fix for today online.  This is a sample of the second or third one I did (before addressing the uneven edges):

So far I’ve completed SIX of these puppies, using cotton yarn. The sixth one I finished this evening, and it turned out so much better, but I didn’t take a picture because I had already put the dishcloth in the closet with the others.

The nice thing about knitting is that I can be in the same room with the TV going and my husband and/or daughter watching TV, and I can be with them without being glued to the tube.

The bad thing is it is seriously cutting into my reading time, and my fingertips are a little sore.

I received the knitting needles and four skeins of cotton yarn from a dear friend, along with a pattern for the dish cloths.  I had to learn to knit first, which I did by watching videos on YouTube.

I was so frustrated trying to learn, but now that I can do some basics, it is such a zen sort of activity.  I feel good knowing that I can make some things to stockpile for gifts throughout the year so there isn’t such a mad scramble next Christmas.

Sitting on the sofa in the very early morning with my coffee on a table nearby, knitting in silence while the cats sleep on the floor beside me…it’s wonderful.  Knitting in my easy chair while my daughter watches cartoons and pauses the TV to tell me stories and jokes is also a wonderful thing.  Hearing her say to me “Mommy, you’re doing a good job!” is priceless.

Help My Office Please

My quest for organization this year has hit a wall, which is made of paper and junk mail and boxes of envelopes and youth applications and notebooks and drawing paper and mugs of pencils and lamps and hatboxes, books, bottles of lotion and tape measures.

That’s right.  It’s time to clean my home office again.

This room has become the house’s junk drawer. The clearinghouse of miscellaneous crap we need or think we need or just have no other place for.

This year, my goal for the room is to take out the glass topped computer desk and move it downstairs for my husband’s computer. I want to find two nice sturdy wooden sawhorses and paint them white and use them for the base of the desk I am going to make out of the old door from my parents’ house.  I thought about using file cabinets for the base, but the very idea of that was so disheartening I couldn’t think straight.

I need to empty out the closet, which is packed to the gills with boxes of old files and documents and school papers and youth retreat souvenirs and old clothes and books and an old dresser (for real) and God only knows what else.

I would love to take the closet doors off and make the closet into a work nook for my sewing machine or my drawing table and supplies.

The office organization system I put together from itso brand storage stuff I got at Target a couple of years ago has been turned on its head after I took half of the system out of the office and put it in the kitchen to organize our things by the back door.  So I would like to get that back into the office by getting something else in the kitchen.

I will have pictures of some of this stuff eventually but honestly, the office is such a train wreck right now that I don’t have the stomach for it.  For now, here is a quick diagram of the room:

(Sorry, I just drew it and snapped a picture with my phone).

The window situation is that we have those 1950s ranch high privacy windows; they are about five feet from the floor, so I can put things below them and get lots of light in the room.  As you walk in the door, to the right is the only full wall in the room.  That’s where I have the big postal sorting cabinet I got on Craigslist last fall.

My desk is currently in the middle of the west wall, below the window, but that means I have my back to the door while I’m working, and I’m not a fan of that.  The drawing table is in the corner by the closet.  There is stuff EVERYWHERE.

If I make the desk out of a door, it’s going to be huge.  I’ll put tempered glass on top of it and it will be standard height, but that sucker is going to be enormous.  I’m thinking that if I put it on the big wall by the door, I could put some filing stuff to the left of it, in the northwest corner of the office.  Then I could move the postal cabinet to the west wall.

Any feng shui suggestions? Any regular suggestions? I’m not looking to spend a bunch of money and I don’t think I’m going to paint the room, even though it is aqua with a deep purple ceiling.

 

The Blasphemy of Dissatisfaction

Just for the record, everything that has no home in our house after my organization projects has slowly been drifting back toward my home office, with the result that it looks like an office supply store threw up in here.

I am once again having difficulty with the piles of papers, receipts, letters, mail, bills, postcards….just piling up.  I have to start being merciless with this stuff.  So enough about that.

Yesterday, PC’s parents stopped in and spent a few hours with us on their way through town. They’d been in a nearby town picking up some furniture for PC’s mom, who is moving into her own place in a town not far from here.

PC’s folks have been divorced for more than 20 years and are currently both staying with PC’s brother and his wife.  My mother in law, Judy, just retired and moved from her community across the state to be closer to us all.  She’s only going to be an hour and a half away and we’re pretty excited.  It’s nice that PC’s parents get along so well and for Rabbit to have an afternoon with both Grandpa Bob and Grandma Judy was such a treat.

While talking to PC’s mom, we were talking about friends and family members who are going through some terrible struggles:  cancer, deaths in their family, sickness, marital troubles…

I started thinking that other than our current financial straits (which are only temporary), our life is pretty great.  I have a husband I love, and who loves me.  We laugh together and get along (most of the time) very well.  Our daughter is a delight.  We have a modest but comfortable home.  Our families are a great support and we have amazing friends.  We live in a city we love, PC is working full time, we have health insurance and my hall closet is organized.

Plus, I made two loaves of gorgeous potato bread this evening.  I’ve knitted three dish cloths after only learning to knit in the last week.  We have groceries, the laundry is all done and we have a down comforter, two great cats and lots of books to read.

To complain about any of this would be blasphemy, at least tonight.