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Here’s the thing about being first-time homeowners: you don’t really know how to do anything. You don’t even know who to call. At least, I didn’t, so we suffered with ill-fitting doors, and gross shag carpet, and bathrooms “decorated” in realistic splash patterns in every shade of iron (because that’s what was in the water). But over time we built a team of remodeling and construction experts: electrician, carpenter, painter, landscaper, tiler, etc… even a guy named Vern whose specialty is creating gravel driveways without ever getting out of the dumptruck.

This is only our second time in a used house, but previous experience makes a huge difference. We don’t have the patience, or the zero-balance checking account of first-timers. And now, we know who to call.

So, this time, the faded shag carpet only lasted two weeks. The broken irrigation system was immediately repaired and expanded (you didn’t think I was going to spend an hour a day watering the garden?). The water softener will be installed next Thursday.

None of this frantic activity leaves a lot of time for writing, of course. I haven’t set my drums up yet either, or, I hate to admit, even begun to finish unpacking. On the bright side, I don’t seriously expect I’ll ever finish unpacking — so that’s at least one thing scratched off the list.