So part of the reason mom wanted us down here is to get her house in shape so that when she dies (in a long time, I hope), it's easier for me and James to either live in or sell.
I'm really clear on being, at heart, a renter.
Still, there's a certain amount of satisfaction, and even some fun, in working with James to clear and clean and strip and toss and scrub and and and, so the house can be livable. Mom is already excited because we're organizing her garage, which we need to do before we can redo the floor in the workroom, which we need to do before we can rip out the walls and upgrade the electricity in the apartment, and so on.
Once I find work, James and Chuck (the handyman) are on their own with this stuff, mostly, but until then, I'm feeling pretty mighty.
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