A year ago today I was a bundle of nerves. It was the day before Thanksgiving and I got up and went to Walmart to buy cleaning supplies. I wandered around the store aimlessly but somehow managed to buy a mop, bucket, broom, dustpan, sponges, cloths, many other items, Windex, Lysol and almost every other cleaning fluid known to man, and a cleaning caddy to carry everything around in. The previous sixteen months had been particularly challenging and included among other things two 10-day stays in the hospital and surgery.
At 2:00pm that day I arrived in New City and closed on my townhouse. Due to a number of unforeseen delays, I had lost out on a similar townhouse that I had under contract so I literally was making offers and applying for a mortgage from my hospital bed. The process had taken about ten months and was fraught with delays so I wouldn’t even allow myself to order furniture until the deal was done. I actually ordered my dining room furniture on my phone at the closing table as soon as the last document was signed and I was handed the keys.
I then headed to Home Depot to buy paint and other supplies. The only plus to having been sick and recovering last fall was that I had plenty of time to prepare–I had lists of things to buy and things that needed to get done. I knew exactly how many and what type of light switches, outlets, chair rail, light bulbs, faucets and light fixtures I needed. I had the paint color codes and quantities I would need as well.
I have the greatest real estate agent in the world–Evelyn Oberchircher of Evelyn Realty of Hudson Valley. I consider her a friend and she has a trait that is becoming a rarity these days: unwavering integrity. Many prayers were said and candles lit; she had faith and she got the deal done. I am thankful that she was on my side and I recommend her to people without reservation.
I worked like a madman for the next ten days, cleaning, painting, buying and assembling furniture, moving and unpacking boxes and getting my house ready for us to live in. There was never a wasted trip–my belongings were stored in four different locations and not once did I walk into my house empty handed. Last year on Thanksgiving morning I was up early and in my house painting the second coat in my kitchen and cutting and painting chair rail.
By the way here’s a little known fact: Clarke Osborn paints. He painted when he was younger with his brother-in-law Paul Tortora and he helped me paint my living room. He’s good and he’s fast. Need your house painted? Give him a call–I hear he moonlights and he may even be in the yellow pages. He’s a tremendous asset, a great friend and I’m thankful that we have him keeping our community safe when he’s not painting.
I am thankful for the great friends and neighbors that I have.
I am thankful that I live in a great community.
And I am especially thankful that I have two amazing, intelligent, beautiful, thoughtful daughters.
Things are different now; I don’t have everything that I once had and we don’t do everything that we once did during the holidays but that doesn’t matter; stuff is just stuff, we are starting new traditions and creating new memories and I am very thankful for and more appreciative of what we do have. Two years ago I did Thanksgiving on my own for the first time. My daughters and I made a list of what we wanted, we found new recipes, liked them and are using them again this year.
Starting over isn’t easy but great friends and a great community makes it easier.
A lot has happened during the past year but I have my health, I have my girls and I have managed to turn my house into a home for us so yeah, I’ve got a lot to be thankful for.