My mother’s house finally sold on Friday. Her tombstone is finished and almost installed, her belongings disbursed. It’s been almost a year and a half of crossing stuff of the list since my mom died, tying up loose ends from my mom’s estate.
Last Saturday David (The Husband) and I “refreshed” our to-do list: clear gutters, make fence, paint bedroom, repair skylights... If we froze the list right now, there’s enough on it to keep us off the streets for another half-century. By summer -- or probably by next weekend -- new things will spring forth as lushly as the hyacinths and daffodils popping up everywhere. “The back steps? Oops, forgot those ...Yikes! How could we have forgotten new gravel in the driveway? ... Oh no, the creeping buttercup highjacking the lawn ...”
And then there’s always, always, the dishes, the laundry, the cat box, the kitchen floor.
Are you depressed yet? I sure was there after writing The List and tucking it back in the cabinet, hoping never to see the cursed thing again.
