Closing up a summer residence is a process. It involves sweeping, moving outdoor furniture indoors, mothballs, cleaning refrigerators, packing things away in plastic bags, finding a spot for the lawnmower, dealing with bicycles and other sporting equipment, secreting keys so that plumbers can drain water and trying to figure out what to do with five bottles of ketchup.
Today I will do these things at my house and check to make sure that they have been done at the competition, The House of Hat.
Why I can't stop: Having a summer place is such a burden.
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This blog used to be called "Why I Can't Stop Smoking." Well, I did stop smoking. Now I need to stop drinking. The only thing is, every day there seems to be a reason why I can't just yet. It worked before, so—here goes! Today's reason
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About Me
- Claudia
- The sister of the President of the Garden Club, a former journalist (People, Life) and now vacation rental property manager on an island once known as Claudia's Island, Claudia has honed her bedmaking skills and seldom travels without a truckload of substandard chairs.
2 comments:
Having two summer houses (well, having a second by proxy) is an even bigger burden! Merci, mon cher.
Sometimes I think it might be easier for us just to commit some nice federal, white collar crime, and spend the rest of our days behind bars. In one of those nice federal pens. Where they send the Martha Stewarts of the world.
I'm sure the house will miss you...but lucky us, you're coming back!!!!
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