Bastion of Bayne Journal

Entry 1, Day 20.

The past three weeks I’ve been adjusting to home ownership. Actually I should say, re-adjusting to home ownership. You see, a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away I was married with a house that was in the middle of Leave-It-To-Beaver-ville.

It’s been hectic to say the least! My first tenant moved in last week, which happens to be my little sister. As I sit nightly on my back step, I think on what needs to be done. I bought the house knowing it was a fixer-upper which was far from move-in-ready and needed tons of TLC with elbow-grease. I’ll consider every minute of effort put into the house will be sweat equity.

Although, I’ve received a very warm neighborhood welcome, and many congratulations from friends and family, a little bit of sadness pricks at my heart when I know my mom isn’t around to see my accomplishment. In addition, witness the transformation from a house that was abandoned for 5 years to eventually a beautiful home. My Dad has seen pictures from social media, congratulated me from the far-flung corner of the world known as the Philippines, where he lives.

With the daunting task of hammering this place into a home (see what I did there?), I have playfully tossed around this slogan. “We’re going for functional. Everything else is extra.”

Instead of being frustrated and upset about what’s not done and yet to be done, I’m focused on what’s been completed today. Every inch done is a win to me.

For now, I’ll pile up the wins. Wish me luck as I do because heaven knows, I’ll need it.

#BastionofBayne

#notmoveinready

#elbowgrease

#sweatequity

#homeTLC

#keepdigging

'los; out

Comments

Let's Dance

The other week, I was driving to my 2 nd job at Malarky’s Sports Grill. Wednesday to be exact. I noticed a man standing at a bus sign waiting for a bus. I recognized the man right away. It was Kenny, The Dancing Wild Man of Factoria. It’d been a minute since I’ve seen him on the streets of Issaquah, I was growing concerned that something awful happened to him. I was thankful to find him once again, and within the same area I “met” him the first time… hilarious story. I remember distinctively. It was my first summer I spent in Issaquah. The sun was out, so relatively warm. I was bombing around in the Sapphire Sled [an arctic blue, 2004 Acura RSX Type S] with the windows down, the tunes up. I was stopped at the traffic light on the corner of Front Street and NW Gilman Blvd; the busiest intersection. From out-the-cuts, I heard someone screaming! I pull off my shades immediately. I whip my head around trying to seek out the source of the noise. I turn down the radio as I desper

Manic Monday, Terrible Tuesday, Wonderful Wednesday, Throwback Thursday, and Finally Friday

What a roller coaster week I have had! To start off the week was a manic Monday. After work on Monday , I did a WinCo run with WCP. Always entertaining. Tuesday was terrible. Started off by being tardy for work, so I treated myself to Tully's before posting up. And... in my experience, when you start off a day like that, any attempt to speed up or make up that half-step, half-tick, never happens. For inexplicable reason, you are now out-of-step with the Universe, and like fucking hell you're gonna make it back up. Never. Fails. I was late to meetings, I was late to a gym class I'm regularly early for, and the list goes on. In fact, I decided on that day instead of seeking out my dream girl of a svelte body, superior intelligence, endless energy, and with a litany of characteristics to make any fairy godmother proud I made the wide-sweeping declaration that I wanted this instead. A 2-ton, yoga pants wearing, 45 year old, bitter, divorcee that is one more named cat f

Cinematic Carlos - Seattle International Film Festival 2014

Last night started the 2nd year of my annual tradition (?) of screening several movies during the Seattle International Film Festival. I've known about for years, even a short stint in managing travel during the 2001 SIFF (that's even a longer story!) However, I had zero to little interest in it. I had no good reason either way. Last year, my dear friend, Cindy, invited me to be her movie buddy for SIFF. I accepted because I had no honestly good reason to refuse. We ran around the city tracking down movies that we wanted to watch, others were forgettable but that's the point! Some of these films will hit the mainstream. Most do not. Through the movies, misadventures, and mischief, we had a blast. So, it goes without saying, she invited me to repeat the feat. It continues to teach me: Despite how 'busy' you are - slow down and cherish the time with friends, family, and loved ones That as you grow older - invites should bear more weight than when you were y

C Note(s)

Search This Blog