As a close to Christmas baby, I make a big deal out of my birthday. I used to tell my kids that it was the biggest holiday of the year.
But, here it is my birthday and I've been working and working all day. I signed with a realtor and am getting my house all fixed up to sell. I called a painter on the day after Christmas and he started yesterday. He was available and I am off for the week so I thought why not let him start?
His crew is working in every room at the same time. I am struggling to move things out of their way and pack the stuff that I want to take with me to Portland. I have SO much stuff. It is a huge task. Hopefully, next year my birthday will be more fun. I will be with my grandchildren and be settled in an apartment.
