The Four Rs of Monday

Repair

My oven is finally operational. Believe it or not, I was getting sick of eating take out. For just $150 more, I could have gotten a brand new range. You know, a CLEAN ONE. But I went with the repair job. Even though the allure of a completely clean oven was strong, it would only be a matter of time before it got dirty again, right?

$150 buys a lotta lattes.

Replenish

The day after the oven was repaired, two guys in a pickup truck pulled into my driveway and gave me a sales pitch to buy wholesale meat. Although they were trying to sell me FIVE CASES of meat (for a mere $800), I talked them down to one. It seemed like a bargain, although Rocket Man and Big Guy were appalled that I bought meat from strangers off the back of a truck. (It WAS in a freezer, you all.) They are probably right, but the first batch of it was tasty and no one contracted food poisoning, so I think it will be ok.

Refurbish

I accepted a challenge on The Inspired Room to take on a decorating project for the next two weeks. I decided to do my armoire, even though I won't get it finished in two weeks, I could make some good progress on it. Hopefully I will be inspired to keep going until it's done. However, I haven't done a thing yet. And this is ONE CRAZY WEEK with some volunteer committments that are hitting the fan and other zaniness. If you are feeling crazy inspired, head over and sign on.

Resell

A few years ago, when the real estate market was in its overheated BLOAT, we looked at a house that was PERFECT for us. It needed some updating, but had wonderful, plentiful space. (And an office AND a crafting-type room - The Sue Room.) Despite the fact that we paraded our gorgeous and well-behaved kids through there several times while the owners were home (really, they were OUR kids... on Benedryl of course), they were asking a crazy amount of money.

And they got it, but not from us.

Well, for some reason, that house is going back on the market just a few years later. And of course, housing values have dropped considerably. I can't imagine that the current owners will take a loss in reselling, but I can dream, right? I still have this picture on my computer and look at it every now and then.



Picture mGal and Little One, in wedding dresses, floating down those stairs. (Of course that railing would be painted black and there would be a different light fixture and I would tone down those red tiles a bit to blend in more with the blues...)

Sigh.

Maybe this is the week to play the lottery.