We have had a ton of rain this year. It may sound odd to you if you live somewhere that actually GETS rain in the summer but here by August everything tends to be a lush shade of brown.
I remember that when we lived in Florida it would rain nearly every afternoon just about 2 o clock. Mom used to do the wash early so she could bring it in off the line before the rain. Not so here. You could actually, most years, do the laundry July 5th and not bring it in until Sept 5.
Of all the years that I didn't get a garden in it HAD to be THIS one... :/
As you can see, I am carefully dodging any information on what has been going on with my house projects. :p
I have made the dread appointment witht he insurance inspector and he will be arriving at 9 a.m. monday morning. I think I will make cinnamon rolls that day and have a fresh pot of coffee going, perhaps the bourbon pecan flavor....I did explain to him that he would be inspecting an ongoing restoration at a small acreage farm so he should be prepared for that and not something off the cover of Victorian Homes.



Well we are house fanatics, we spend time in attics
and we're known at Home Depot
We hammer and we drill and grumble alot
Cause our retirement fund doesn't grow.
We use all kinds of tools, people call us fools
Cause we're not interested in the Astrodome
We just keep on working, there is no shirking
To get ourselves on the cover of Victorian Home

Refrain:
Victorian Home
Wanna see my picture on the cover
Victorian Home
Wanna send five copies to my brother
Victorian Home
Wanna see my faux grain paint
On the cover of Victorian Home

I've got alot of guys, it's no surprise
Who want me to pay my bills
I've got my adolescent son stripping window sills!
Now it's all designed to make us lose our minds
But our minds won't need to roam
If we could just get one picture
On the cover of Victorian Home

refrain:
Victorian Home
Wanna see my picture on the cover
Victorian Home
Wanna send five copies to my brother
Victorian Home
Wanna see my faux grain paint
On the cover of Victorian Home

We've got anaglypta and beadboard
To put up nearly everywhere
We have tons of Bradbury wallpaper
And even a Roycroft chair!
All our friends they dodge us
One even moved to Nome
And we don't even care, we're a desperate pair
We want our picture on VIctorian Home

(c) Marye Audet
A parody of the song, On the Cover of Rolling Stone by Dr. Hook

sweating...clouded brain...nausea...trembling...yes, it can mean only one thing. We are about to be....visited...by....the....INSURANCE INSPECTOR.
::::intense music::::
I didn't expect the INSURANCE INPECTOR....
Nobody expects the insurance inspector!
::o.k. if you are not a MOnty Python fan just roll your eyes and continue reading..it will make sense eventually.::::

Our insurance lapsed. I know. Bad bad bad...But finances are really bad right now. Well I got the policy back up and running but now they want to do an inspection. This would probably not be SO bad except one of the results of a wild lifestyle as a teenager is that I am terrified of people in authority. Yes! Every morning I have to drive past the police station while taking my husband to work and you can hear me muttering to myself.."maintain. maintain."
When we owned a restaurant the mere shadow of the health inspector made my stomach churn event hough we always passed with very high marks.
So the idea of an insurance inspector coming NOW, when Marc has been sick and is only now getting around with the combination of crutches and a wheelchair..when projects are many and not moving ahead to fast AND when there is no money to buy the supplies let alone HIRE someone..
Well then. You see my dilemma.

Can I admit to you that I am overwhelmed with my life right now? That selling out for whatever we can get and buying a small condo seems very attractive? The ongoing dilemma of the home restorer- you know it will be gorgeous eventually but can you function long enough to make it happen? Can you really handle one more winter with cold air blowing up through the cracks in the sunroom floor? Or listening to the resident raccoon moving about between floors?
Or the ominous, impending visit of the inspector?
I am just kicking back this weekend. I just don't feel capable of handling one more thing, of deciding one more thing, of juggling one more thing..or of fixing one more thing. Maybe in a coupel of days I will have my sense of humor back but for now I am just tired. Exhausted. And ready to throw in the trowel. :(