My Mother and sister visit the new Manor next week. We have been so busy getting the whole thing livable and stair friendly that I haven't really had a moment to myself. Since moving into the house we have spent $100,000 on repairs and improvements. And yes it was a studs up gut rehab but the builder was such a charlatan and so difficult to do business with it became an almost year long odyssey. The list of things we had to do were hair raising. We could have sued but still would have had to spend the money to fix the house so went the second way.
In the middle of all this, Wifey decided to have a laser treatment to her face which basically took all her skin off. Cost me a fair amount of dosh and she was quite unwell for about six weeks. Then she decided to take most of the grass out the back garden because she wanted to be a Botanist. All whilst going into menopause. Yippppeeeee! At least she has quit drinking for the time being....
Anyway, hopefully the house is ready for mum and sister. The problem is, since we have spent a silly amount of money and I pay the mortgage twice a month I still have to work a lot so I will be a shit host. Tricky if you are smart, you should ask my visitors if they can carry a box of comics with them. If not, then I will contact you to arrange some kind of shipping assuming there are actually comics left after the heating crisis apocalypse.
Ironically, in the ultimate act of neighbourhood rebellion we will be having a tea party on our front lawn (it's a corner lot so substantial) and all the corner neighbours will be invited and we will be quiet. The latinos won't know what the fuck to do! They will probably do wheelies and doughnuts past us in their souped up muffler free vehicles. We will offer them cake. That'll learn 'em.
Maywood Manor is almost a go.
Chicago: Cultured.
