Overload

 Okay this is just a vent piece, ignore if you want.

Having closed on my house everything should now be peachy, right? Yeah, Right. I am moved in and the place is livable, more or less, but there is way to much to be done. The short list at the moment is mow the lawn. Paint the living room (including spackling, stripping trim, etc.) Fix the slow trap in the bathroom sink. Raise the flagstones in the front and back yards so they don't disappear. Trim the weeds against fence, shed etc. Weed the garden beds. Build a platform into the mud room to hold the fridge. Rebuild associated cabinets. Finish unpacking. Buy dishwasher(portable). Raise the garden edging. Find an oil supplier.

Okay, I think thats it for the short list. The long list includes such items as adding an upstairs bathroom, rewiring and upgrading electrical service, redoing the downstairs bathroom, kitchen, and dining room completely. Reroofing the furnace shed. Plus a lot more painting and general maintenance.

The sheer volume of this work is getting to me, especially since urgent things keep pushing themselves to the foreground (for instance did you know that if you put a snake down older plumbing it can sometimes punch through?), and simple things keep taking longer than I expected (3+ hours to mow the back yard because it hadn't been done in a very wet month and a half or so).

What I guess hasn't really sunk in yet is that with a few exceptions that apply directly to livability I have years to complete all these projects. Thus it doesn't matter if I get delayed to the point where it takes me a week just to paint a door (sanding issues mostly), just so long as it gets done eventually. At the same time I know I can't just put it off by saying I'll get around to it eventually, since we all know how that goes. What I'm missing here is the happy medium which I'm sure I'll settle into eventually and be much better off for it.

Oh well, give me a bit and I'm sure I'll be fine. In the mean time come to visit and distract me.