We moved into our house 17 years ago this weekend. In our little cluster of four houses on a rural road, we are the new people.
The fact that one of the neighbors has sold their house and a new couple is moving in is a huge deal. Earthshaking. Everything could change. Like: What if they want to socialize? What if they're nosy? What if they play loud music? So much to worry about, out here where we keep to ourselves and don't call the neighbors unless we get stuck in a snowdrift or have extra tomatoes to share.
"They're moving in in September," my next-door neighbor reported.
Phew, I thought. That gives me some time to wrap my mind around this development.
A few hours later, it occurred to me: September is tomorrow.
And it's not just new neighbors I need to worry about (although I don't think I have to worry about them much, because the neighbors who are selling their house have been spending winters in Florida and I didn't even notice, because we really do mind our own business here.)
It's everything else I said I'd do in September. Clean, organize, paint, make spaghetti sauce, freeze vegetables, and most especially, get going on selling some of the stuff I've been collecting all summer. I didn't list anything on eBay this summer - too much else going on. My Etsy shop has been on vacation status for months, and as I've cheerfully told everyone who inquired, I'm reopening it in September.
Which would be, you know: Tomorrow. I have a lot of work to do.
Some of it I quite enjoy. Like washing and ironing yo-yos.
Some of the work is somewhat enjoyable but a little tedious, like measuring all of these remnants of lace that someone bought and never used - never even removed the price tags.
Some of it is just tedious. Like taking pictures of a zigzag attachment.
I'm tackling the eBay listings first. Hoping to have some items begin on Monday. (My seller name is kremisclub, and you can always search for my stuff that way.)
Etsy will be not quite yet. (There are 30 days in the month, after all.)
I will not allow myself to become distracted by yo-yo washing and ironing.
Or looking through this bag of fabric.
(Well, one little look wouldn't hurt.)
OK, that's all. Seriously. It's back to zigzag attachments for me.