Lately, I’ve been spending more time at home puttering around and thinking about our house. Here are a few of the things going on at the Chateau Fetzlings:

  • I’d always thought that the way it worked with fix-it-up projects was that you had two options: you do it yourself (hard but cheap), or you pay someone else to do it (easy but expensive). Little did I know that it’s actually NOT easy to hire someone to work on your house. We’re on house painter option #4 this week, and if he doesn’t work out, then we’re just waiting until next year.

Asian pears

  • We have so many asian pears on our two trees in the backyard. I keep bringing them to work and begging people to eat them, take them home, please! I’ve made crisps and salads and eaten them by the handful. Harvest glut! Someone, eat my asian pears! PLEASE!
  • Andreas is starting our bathroom remodel this weekend. It’s been a longtime coming, and it’s gotten to the point where I’ve taped up garbage bags in the shower to keep the water from leaking into the walls. I’ve also learned that I need to stay the fuck out of any and all construction planning. I makes me go crazy.
  • Much to Andreas’ chagrin, today I sent in my application to get on the waiting list with the local rescue squad for Boston Terriers. This sort of leaves it up to the fates — will the right dog come along? When might it come along? Will Andreas crap his pants the first time he sees me put a sweater on a small dog? It’s all quite unsure at this point.

* Recently, I’ve started fantasizing about having two homes, one for workdays and one for weekends. One that’s funky and tucked away in the woods (yurt?), and one that’s hyper-urban and in a walking neighborhood (condo?). Neither of these fantasy abodes have a lawn. Regardless, unless my book becomes a best seller, this fantasy is not becoming a reality for many many years.