Expect light blogging for the next few days because I’m going nuts.
I’m fixing up my house so I can put it on the market next weekend. I’ve had painters and power washers; I’m trying to pack up or throw out or hide the clutter. Tomorrow the “stager” comes to move out my furniture and move in nicer things. She’s planning to change my photo wall. Will she bring in photos of better-looking relatives?
I just got the house inspector’s report and the pest inspector’s report. One word: termites. Two words: dry rot. Three words: lots of money.
Speaking of which, I’m about to exhaust my overdraft protection: The check to the painter will bounce if I can’t get more money in the account. This is because I told online Bill Pay to send $11,000 to pay off my $1,100 Visa bill. Wells Fargo says it can’t cancel the payment because it’s been sent electronically; Capital One says it hasn’t received the payment and can’t start the 15-day refund process till it officially arrives. I’m now trying to transfer money from another account to cover the missing $9,900, but my Internet connection is acting weird and won’t complete the transaction.
For several days now, the first time I try to go to a site, I get a “can’t find it” message. The second time it usually works, though not always. Oh, and my major e-mail account isn’t working about half the time.
Yesterday, I went to a memorial service for my former mother-in-law, a wonderful woman. I spent hours making sure the Mercury News would run her obituary in time to inform people about the event. It was a nice obit. It would have been nicer if it had run under her real name, which was Joan Hunter, not Phyllis Hunter.
Today, at my freshly painted but partially disassembled house, I’m hosting a graduation party for my nephew. Why? Well, it’s possible I went crazy several weeks ago, and didn’t notice.
My deadline to get back the copy editing changes on the book is June 23. I’d hoped to finish a week early. Or by tomorrow at the latest. Or by the deadline.
So, light blogging.
Update: My Internet connection and e-mail are working again. Capital One says it will refund the overpayment within 48 hours. I’ve got the overdraft covered. On the flip side, the stager is removing 90 percent of my furniture and possessions. I’m here defending my office.
By the way, this all is ultimately good change leading to a new house and a new husband. It’s just a stressful transition.