We have had visitors from the Mainland and all sorts of Soccer and Family stuff.
In between all that I have been trying to convince my husband to buy a home.
So far the only response I get is <Asbestos>.
Yes I know Asbestos is bad for you.
But really, is that an excuse not to buy a home?
We had a building inspection on the home we looked at - see previous post.
It was an ok inspection - things came up that I knew about - but Asbestos wasn't one I had expected.
The home does need renovating - it REALLY needs kitchen and bathroom makeovers. So that is a major cost when you factor in the Electricity box needs to be moved outside and the asbestos needs to go.
There isn't that much Asbestos - just in the Laundry, a couple of panels in the rear of the house and under the front porch.
I think the issue isn't just Asbestos but all the other stuff that needs doing as well.
The other night as I lay snuggled up to the Martian I was (in my mind) positioning the furniture in the new home. I was working out whose bedroom was whose and where I would put the lounge and dining furniture, how I could accommodate my business without impacting on living space etc etc.
I was musing on paint colors, how I could improvise in the kitchen short term using the furniture from the period so we didn't have to redo the kitchen straight away.
How I would change the name of the business to the name of the house and improve on the quality of stock.
I am a great stretcher of money - amazing - I can make it stretch even further when I have a task or goal in mind.
I am happy to get my hands dirty and am not afraid of hard work.
I think the Martian is the opposite - he doesn't want to partake.
I look at the positives, the potential, the ability to improve.
He looks at the hard manual labour he may be subjected to. The disagreements we may have when I want to him to do things - now. He is a Nyoongar so he works on Nyoongar time.
He will do it ..... it may take a week, a year or even longer.
Thats where the frustration on my part kicks in.
So the Martian would prefer to abstain from anything that may mean he has to physically do something. Ask him to do soccer related or AFL related tasks and he will move mountains to do them.
Ask him to vacuum and he will go walkabout. Literally.
So as I drifted off to sleep snuggled up to his back, I realised that while I was renovating the house in my head he was thinking about football.
