started my first yoga class today.
Some of you may know that Cole and I are caretakers (in the loosest sense of the word) to one of my best friends. Some of you may also know I’m not a very good friend, but that’s beside the point. More of you may know that I am a perfectionist. And most of you know that I am emotional.
Because we manage the property (in the loosest sense of the term), and also because we want my friend to move back here someday, we don’t bother her with the small things and decisions she would have to make if she lived here, so as to entice her that living is Arizona is SOOOOO much less maintenance than living in Utah (who even likes being freezing cold anyway?). So, when the dinky lawnmower breaks that only held 7 blades of grass anyway, we don’t bother telling her she needs to buy a new one, since her yard is bigger than both of the houses we grew up in, combined. We, also, don’t buy one ourselves, because, well, why would we. And when something breaks, we try to figure it out ourselves instead of hire someone with a greater understanding of all things dishwasher and roof and fire alarm and water main and pool heater and vegetation.
So Thursday I get a call from the realtor, lets call her Lessthankindrea. She wanted to know if she could show the house. later that day.
uhhhhh, no, you cannot show the house because it looks terrible and we haven’t borrowed the lawnmower from the neighbors and Cole is at work and the garage (which was the main selling point for the buyers) looks like there was an explosion, not to mention I was just finishing a project which included taking apart a desk and spray painting it and the roofers haven’t fixed the leak yet and there’s yellow paint all over the floor and a pile of frostbitten lantanna bigger than Mt. St. Helens along the back wall that Cole hasn’t ignited yet.
Yep, sure, come on by. see you in two hours.
needless to say, I took Smith on a walk so that Lessthankindrea didn’t see me crying in my sweaty, exhausted, out-of-breath, unshowered glory at how bad the house STILL looked.
*highlights of said yoga class*
laughing almost the whole time
practicing yoga for the first time in a month
having students who think I know what I’m doing
having a ginormous house to use as a studio
realizing I forgot to shave my armpits as I’m illustrating a “reaching to the sky”
pose
walking home literally 12 steps to feed smith right as he woke up
3 comments:
Why didn't you call me?! I'm sure I could have solved all of the problems despite knowing nothing about anything you described. (I don't even know what lantanna is.)
I want more deets about yoga! Congratulations, instructor extraordinaire!
You know, if the house sells, I hear the market is great in Ahwatukee for young married couples with babies.
First of all: either you're fired for Skyping us and making us make you behind on your cleaning OR we're glad we were able to give you a break from the crazy cleaning.
Second of all: I know all about "the banks coming to see the project and they need to see the model unit we're living in that hasn't been picked up or cleaned in days, let alone deep-cleaned enough for someone to come look at and they'll be here in 2 hours". Yeah, that's my favorite.
Third of all: What I would give to live close enough to come to your yoga class. And yes, you do know what you're doing.
Love you.
Oh my goodness, Remi...you call me next time that happens so I can help you do a quick clean up! Although, I highly doubt it was nearly as bad as you think it was. Russ and I both enjoyed reading this post. :)
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