Abbie just locked me out of Mom's house. Locks that you have to pull down should be replaced in all homes with Abbies. I went out to the garage to get more dog food for Abbie and left her inside. She jumped up on the glass patio door and locked me out. Mom was out for her walk with Barkley (sans keys no less). Fortunately there is a key hidden out front, so I opened the garage door, walked around to the front in my jammies and bathrobe and successfully let myself back in. This dog and locking me out of places. Will I never learn?
This week I spent a lot of time getting rid of the pile of stuff I designated as garage sale/give away. After I abandoned the idea of a garage sale, I was all over the Freecycle thing. The space that was littered with crap is now gone. And all my remaining kitchen stuff went to Lutheran Community Services for newly arrived refugee immigrants. I love that cause. The guy who picked them up was an immigrant from Russia, so we discussed the difference between pain and a pan. And I showed him what a paper towel roll holder is.
The house can't be listed until Monday or Tuesday because of the delay with getting the front door refinished. It was a five day process with good weather, but since there was some rain, it is taking even longer. I hope the eventual new owners somehow appreciate that we did the right thing and refinished that sucker with marine-grade finish rather than painting it or skimping out on the finish like our homebuilder did to us.
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