We met with our realtor this morning – talked about the house. Relisted it until the end of September. No idea how it will all go. The good news is that he thinks it’s terrific and it helps a lot when your realtor likes showing your house.
So that was the morning – plus some gardening and (wait for it!) ……. I dusted!
Yes, I dusted. As Simon said, this either indicated that I had completely lost my mind or I was bored to tears.
I was bored.
So – after dusting, which surprisingly didn’t taek all that long (less that 15 hours) I started a new book. No – not a short story – an actual book. And no, I’m not going to say what it’s about. No details. Nada. I hate talking about work in progress unless it’s really really really in progress and not at that stage where I might toss it aside in a week and call it another failed start.
But I’m writing and I’m rather pleased about it so that’s good.
Maybe sometimes being bored is not such a bad thing.
And I took Abby for a walk along Carpenter Creek and came across one of the largest fields of Queens Cup I’ve ever seen. So pretty. Yes, I do love the spring flowers. I found Chives in the lower field today and transplanted some to the garden. Fingers crossed they take. I also took a cutting from our lilac bush – the intense purple colour of our lilac is possibly the finest I have ever seen. Again, fingers crossed that the scion takes.
Other than that, I’m in a holding pattern as the title of the post suggests. Meaning that until some things happen, other things don’t. It seems that almost everything I tell myself these days starts with, “When the house sells…”
Kind of silly really, but I do want to move forward and I feel a tad too static at the moment.