Sooo—I’ve been thinking—
Our water pipes clanged for hours, throughout the night. (That has happened intermittently, during the pandemic years when no workmen had entered our home.) The fact of the clanging, last night, after we’d paid our plumber $1500 for various problems, which took days to resolve), suggests the age of our third home as being 27 years old … Geesh!
I say Geesh, because I still think of our current home as ‘our new house’ though Will and I have lived here longer than any other abode within our entire lives.
About three years ago (close to the time when my Lieomyoslarcoma was finally correctly diagnosed) we received notice from our HOA, saying that the exterior of our house was in need of painting. With friends on the board who know how ill I’ve been, putting off this painting project has not been a hassle. Now that we finally care about choosing colors, the painting will begin upon our return from CA.
The fact that our minds are open to making these kinds of home improvement decisions suggests that living with active cancer has been incorporated into our every day lives.
🙋🏻♀️🍀🇺🇸Annie.
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