Nan Reinhardt, Author

Grown-up love stories, because we're never too old for a little sexy romance…

Wednesday Check-in

March20
Mulching for Curb Appeal

It’s been a long week. We’ve spent nearly every day working on some aspect of getting the house ready to put on the market. Our dear brother-in-law came by to help us put down new mulch in all the gardens–fun because the dang mulch was frozen! Made for interesting raking, I’ll tell you. Husband is busy scrubbing the outside of the house and I’m inside packing up the last of the stuff that needs to disappear before we clean and stage. Painters come in next week to freshen up the bathroom and then the realtor will be here to move stuff around and make the place as appealing as possible. Then, the sign goes up and we see what happens. I’m hoping all of you will send lots of positive energy our way that the house will sell quickly and well. We still don’t know where we’ll end up, but that’s okay. Son and DIL have invited us to stay with them while we look for another house, so all will be well.

Over the weekend, we attended the celebration of life for our buddy Rich and it was a sad/joyful experience. Good to see how many others loved him as we did. Also, it was nice to get away for just a couple of days. I didn’t work or think about the move or make any lists. Instead we simply enjoyed one another’s company. On our way back home, we stopped by the lake house and checked on things. That was nice, too. The ice is off the lake and the Great Lakes gulls were taking a rest on the big floats down by the dam before continuing north.We’re more than ready for summer!

I’m working on Aidan’s book–after a couple of false starts, I finally believe I’m beginning his story where it needs to start–right in River’s Edge. My almost-pathological need to dump background into the opening chapters of a book slows me down every single time. Generally, I let the info-dumps go until I get a rough draft done, but this time, Aidan wasn’t moving, so I simply started again. That face is still Aidan in my head, so as long as he stays put, I’ll be good. Holly is a little bit harder and for some reason (we could probably check with Freud on this one), Holly’s mom, Melinda, is reminding me spookily of my own mother. However, that sorta makes her easy to write, so I’m going with it as long it’s working.

Today’s gratitude: Husband, who turned 70 on Saturday and just gets better; our buddy, Rich, whom we will miss every day, but we know he’s always with us; sunny days so we can get the house ready to go; Son and DIL and BIL, who’ve helped us with all this work; Liz, who keeps me sane or willingly goes along with the crazy–either way, I love you like a sister, my friend!

Until next week, mes amies, remember to hold your face to the sun, be grateful for all things, and love well.

~Nan~

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