"Hi," the painter surprised us with a mid-afternoon call, "I had a job cancel and I can come tomorrow to start painting your house."
We need the inside painted. We're preparing to list it for sale.
"I just need you to remove the knick-knacks and move all the furniture to the center of the room."
I got home at 8:30 pm from driving 5 hours back after the hockey tourney. My peaceful reverie was shattered and we began hauling trivia downstairs. My husband was to fly out at 7 am the next day. Tempers flared as the 14 year old would rather have been playing with friends and thus curtailed his enthusiasm for the project, requiring very direct and specific instruction.
After the upheaval, we now have some beautiful looking walls...