We spent the entire day working on the yard at Nora’s house, landscaping it in preparation for putting the house on the market. We made a ton of progress, but it was a long, tiring day. I’m covered in scratches, bug bites and bruises, and I used muscles that apparently don’t get all that much regular action. Wow, am I sore. And tired. Did I mention how tired I am?
And I had the easy job. I would go in with the little hedge clippers and work on trimming branches out of the way, and then John would follow behind with the saw and do the heavy duty work. We cleared a huge tangle of four different plants that was taking over the front yard. John got rid of a whole flock of little trees that had sprung up in inconvenient places. I cleaned up the hedges in front of the house. We raked, and mulched and swept for hours, but sadly, we aren’t done quite yet. At least we’re a lot closer to making the house look presentable. I’m sure the neighbors just love the fact that we left a huge pile of branches in front of the house, but we tidied up as best we could for now. The yard got overgrown so quickly. Nora had a lawn service, and I don’t know if she would only let them cut the grass of if they were just half-assing their way through the job. There sure was a lot of work to be done.
We still have to pick up all those branches, clear out some more growth, clean up the path that runs around to the door at the side of the house, paint the rusty spots on the rail for the front steps, and then tend to the borders of some of the areas we’ve been trying to make nicer. Then there’s the inside of the house. John and his sister and her husband have already done a lot of work sorting through the stuff in the house. We’ve donated some of it to Goodwill. There isn’t all that much furniture. I guess we’ll try to sell that. There’s a baby grand piano, which I wish we could keep, but we don’t have any room for it in our house. There’s a bunch of food, which I hope we can donate to a food bank or something. The yard work is productive, at least. You feel like you’ve accomplished something when you’re done. But the rest is a disheartening and depressing dismantling of Nora’s life. I don’t much care for it. I know it has to be done, but I’m not enjoying it.
John’s sister went back to Colorado on Thursday, so now the bulk of the work is going to fall on us. She’s the executor of the estate, but she’s not here, so we’re the ones who have to work with the realtor and get the house as ready as it can be for potential buyers. All in all, I think it will actually be easier for us with her 2,000 miles away, even if she won’t be around to help out. Plus, it will make it that much simpler for me to justify hiring someone to clean the house instead of doing it myself. And no way am I doing it myself.
So, anyone want a nice dining room set, baby grand piano or very low mileage Hyundai? Ever sold any furniture on eBay or Craigslist? How did that go? We’ve got a lot to do in the next two weeks, so any advice you have to share would be much appreciated. Ok, now I’ve got the song from Smokey & The Bandit stuck in my head. “We’ve got a long way to go, and a short time to get there…” I think that’s my cue to go to bed.