I met with our real estate agent today. I’ve been working day and night to pack up the house. Earlier I spent a great deal of time getting the side door cleaned and the wood oiled and the glass cleaned. I was trying to make it look good. And she comes to the front door. Guess who spent a great deal of time this after noon washing shutters, oiling the wood and scraping the verdigris off the two door knobs?
The real estate agent made very good points: move this, fix that, paint that. What I wasn’t willing to do was varnish the front door. I see her point: it’s the ENTRY point of the house, the first impression, the blink moment where a decision to mate is made. OR something like that… But I’ve refinished enough furniture to know I didn’t want to do the front door. SO – I sanded and polished the front door knobs and oiled the wood around the beveled glass. IT’s a Vast. Improvement.
But my back aches, and Eleanor and I were FILTHY when we were done. This is sweat equity? I hope I am doing the right thing. Specifically to the entryway and in moving in general. I’m just too exhausted to be sure.
