(Photo: Not mine but is giving me some ideas.)
I haven't been posting lately because I've been too busy going into debt. Paul's accountant said he needed to quit paying rent and get his own office building, and we closed on his new office building on Friday.
I think I signed a paper saying that they (the bank) could come after me for the money even if I'm dead. There was lots of fine print and none of it warmed my heart. I signed. Then I fainted.
I love the building, a little 1964- built box that backs up to the land where we used to pasture our horses. I have so many happy memories right over the back fence, which is now a new housing development. On the other side of the street is a fancy funeral home.
Of course, Paul, who never pays full price for anything, has been accumulating building materials. When we were in St. Martin, he spent half of the vacation holding his laptop over our balcony railing to pick up an Internet signal so he could bid on toilets and sinks on e-bay.
Right now I have a toilet in my den, along with two sinks. And lots of stained fine wood that will be used for baseboard and probably my coffin. He also bought a pile of doors and windows from a building supply place that went under. He bought all this before he bought the building. If the sale had fallen through, I guess it would be my coffin. Or his.
I put my foot down when toilets two and three arrived. They're outside. I think I may put one on each side of the front door and plant geraniums in them.
Do you have any idea what having your house turned into a warehouse for building materials can do to your brain, especially if you work from home? There is marble in the living room. Lumber in the yard. And every day, some plumbing part arrives from somebody on e-bay.
One toilet arrived broken. It had to be returned in its original box. It's replacement arrived with a broken lid. That had to go back in the original box. The UPS guy thinks I must have the hots for him. I might if he brought me something more than broken toilets.
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