Painting

We're getting the house ready to sell. Don't laugh. Damn the economy, all the house needs is some paint, right? And with Popped Corn and Parmesan, we're reforming the place. You can laugh now cause those are the colors we're painting...the corny color is a pale, pale yellow, just off white. The cheesy one is shiny white. Corn on walls, cheese on woodwork. Does that mean we need do nothing in the kitchen?

Painting is painful. I can't say that I enjoy it much, but it's the least we can do for this poor old house. We've concentrated everything on the garden, leaving the inside to fend for itself. So now we're trying to whip it presentable, tho I'm not sure violence is the answer.

Unless something drastic happens politically to prevent us, we're going to Africa. Hell with politics, our So African friend Jenny says. In order to go, and to stay for the extended period we want to stay, we gotta sell this place. 

Spring threatens to pop soon, and if only the snow would stop, I could feel even more optimistic. Our lovely garden will sell the place, I'm sure, with a little help from the corn and the cheese.