Why procrastination is your enemy

November 7th, 2009

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I thought I was coming down with a cold. In reality, I was coming down with a case of dustitis, a condition that brings with it sneezing and a runny nose, often accompanied by mild headache and itchy eyes.

All it took for dustitis to rear its ugly head was one night spent sleeping in a dusty bedroom that had not been cleaned since I left for a European vacation five weeks earlier. It didn’t help that I had cranked the furnace up when I got home about 11 p.m., exhausted from a flight that was at least three hours too long. Getting warm meant sending dust from other regions of the house swirling into the night air over my bed.

I did give myself one day off to recover from jet lag, but I know when enough is enough. Procrastination will not clear my mind — or my sinuses. No, if I wanted to stop sneezing, I needed to get out the vacuum, the Swiffer and my trusty damp cleaning rags. If I went at it while simultaneously doing the laundry, I knew I could get everything back in order in about four hours. I couldn’t wait to see — and smell — the results of my labour!

As someone who is prone to procrastination, I know it’s best to tackle a housework backlog in one shot. Just do it until it’s done, then get back to a regular maintenance schedule so things don’t pile up and get out of control.

It’s the same with decluttering. I don’t believe in the “baby steps” so beloved by all those decluttering blogs. One blogger, Suzanne, has urged others to join her in her 365 Days of Decluttering Challenge, which is described as a task “to declutter at least one item from our lives per day for the next year.”  Why spend an entire year transforming your home from disaster to clean and clutter-free when you can get it done in a matter of days (if you’re off work), or in four weekends max if you work full-time and your house is in drastic shape?

At the Zen Habits blog, which is “about finding simplicity in the daily chaos of our lives,” creator Leo Babauta suggests we can start living the clutter-free life with just five minutes of our time. “Baby steps are important,” he says. “Sure, five minutes won’t barely make a dent in your mountain, but it’s a start. Celebrate when you’ve made that start!”

I’m all in favour of encouraging folks. But no lesson will be learned in five minutes. And there is certainly nothing to celebrate after five minutes of pondering which one item you’ll be getting rid of today! The first step in every worthwhile venture is making the decision to go full-steam ahead — then sticking with it. That kind of sound decision-making requires a major leap forward.

When it comes to decluttering, procrastination is your enemy, especially if you need to prepare your home for buyers. Want to reap the rewards of a job well done? Draw up your battle plan and get to work — before it gets worse! And don’t stop until the job is finished.

It’s that simple.

Dust, dust everywhere…

October 30th, 2009

dusting

It was great to wake up in my own comfortable bed after my five-week tour of Italy, Malta and France. Finally, I thought, I can relax a bit after all that sightseeing (Did so much walking that I wore out one of my hiking shoes!). Ah, I thought, as I opened the curtains with a smile on my face, I am so looking forward to relaxing a day or two before getting back to work.

Funny how moods can change in an instant.

Had I stayed in bed with the curtains drawn, I would not have allowed that bright fall sunshine to illuminate every speck of dust that had landed on my furniture, the mirrors, the floors and everywhere in between while I was off enjoying myself on holiday. Did I not dust and clean like a madwoman before I left … just in case a white-gloved robber broke in while I was away?

Alas, dust does not take a vacation.  Whether you’re there or not, the dust will keep on piling up. There’s no escaping it! My house is no exception.

With dust revealing itself on every surface as I opened drapes and blinds throughout the house, I decided I would enjoy at least one cup of coffee and catch up on my email before embarking on the inevitable housecleaning. Imagine my surprise (karma?) when I opened this message, circulated to family and friends by my sister and addressed to “Ladies!”

Remember … a layer of dust protects the wood beneath it.  A house becomes a home when you can write “I love you” on the furniture.

I used to spend at least 8 hours every weekend making sure things were just perfect —  “in case someone came over.”  Finally, I realized one day that no one came over — they were all out living life and having fun!

Now, when people visit, I don’t have to explain  the “condition” of my home. They are more interested in hearing about the things I’ve been doing while I was away living life and having fun.

If you haven’t  figured this out yet, please heed this advice: Life  is short. Enjoy it!

Dust if you must but …. wouldn’t it be better to paint a picture or write a letter, bake  cookies or a cake and lick the spoon? Or plant a seed, ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there’s not much time … with beer to drink, rivers to swim and mountains to climb, music to hear and books to read, friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world’s out there with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair, a flutter of snow, a shower of rain. This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind, old age will come and it’s not kind. And when you go —  and go you must — you, yourself will make more  dust!

It’s not what you gather, but what you scatter that tells what kind of life you have lived.

Is there really something better than a clean house, I thought? Must have been the dust blocking my brain cells, for I suddenly had doubts. Just in case, I locked the doors, poured myself another coffee and decided to give myself the day off. Dust be damned!

… to be continued

A nose for real estate

September 19th, 2009

StinkyFlowers

My friend Mary-Jane, not known for her housekeeping, had worked for hours preparing her apartment for my first visit: every surface was clean and shiny. Not a dust bunny anywhere. There was even a bouquet of fresh-cut flowers on the dining room table!

I was impressed.

Until, that is, I sniffed something rotten in the air. Was that eggs gone bad? Lunch meat months past its expiry date? Guess ’ol MJ didn’t have time to clean out the fridge, I thought as I tried not to breathe through my mouth.  Too late — that stinky, cloying smell was now in my throat, threatening to gag me.

I was too polite to ask my friend what the heck was stinking — after all, MJ didn’t seem to notice anything wrong. Maybe my nose was smelling things that more normal humans just couldn’t sniff out, I thought.

It was only on my birthday a month later that I was able to trace the stench at my friend’s house to the eye-poppingly beautiful stargazer lily, the flower that was the star of the bouquet she had placed on her table that day and the main attraction in the ridiculously large display that had just been delivered to my own home.

The smell was so putridly cloying there was no doubt that the lily was the culprit. I thought I was going to be sick to my stomach. To my nose, my beautiful lilies stank like what I expect a rotting corpse would smell were it to be displayed under bright lights in a sauna.

But why did only half the visitors to my home that week smell what I did? Those who didn’t think my stargazer lilies were stinky weren’t being polite — I’d specifically asked them to take a good sniff and let me know what they thought.

After Googling around the Internet, I discovered that to some people, the stargazer lily smells wonderful! Like taste buds, all olfactory senses are not created equal. This explains why a person’s perfume can both attract and repel.

I guess my nose likes my flowers out in the great outdoors, not stuck in a vase in a closed room.

While the stargazer lily is no amorphophallus titanum, the world’s biggest and worst-smelling flower (thank goodness the “corpse” flower is rare and blooms only a few times in its 40-year lifespan!), it does serve as a cautionary tale for homeowners planning to welcome buyers with a fresh bouquet of flowers.

For a good story on a bride’s disastrous experience with stargazer lilies, read Heaher T’s tale titled “How to develop pure hatred for stagazer lilies” on her blog, Comparative Childhood. Then give yourself a chance to smell sweet success by crossing the stinking lily off your list for all weddings and Open Houses.

Unleash your deck’s hidden value

September 11th, 2009
Turning a weather-beaten deck into a new-look wonder can add thousands of dollars of value to your home.

Turning a weather-beaten deck into a new-look wonder can add thousands of dollars of value to your home.

Want to add instant value to your house? Try power-washing.

If you don’t have your own power-washer, find a sister like mine!

Marian travelled to Leamington from Windsor with hers in the knick of time last month: a two-week period of high winds and high waves had added a slick coating of algae to our severely weather-beaten deck. Having just moved in in the spring, this was our first experience with the perils of living so close to the lake.

My sister had seen our deck before — it’s quite large, running three-quarters of the length of our rancher-style home — and figured that transforming it from sad-sack grey to new-look cedar would take about two hours. What she didn’t count on was the strength of that algae!

In the end, the job took about six hours, with my sister and my husband and I taking turns with the power-washer. The results were amazing! We were all shocked by the transformation.

When the work was done, my husband and I were the proud owners of what looked like a just-installed cedar deck. I swear I could even smell fresh wood! Had I seen the deck in this condition when we purchased the house, I wouldn’t have hesitated to pay $5,000 — maybe even $10,000 — more because I would have thought I was getting a brand new deck. In reality, the deck, as far as we know, was built in the early 1990s.

While we were at it, we power-washed an old picnic table that was so disgusting we were ready to chop it up for firewood.  Glad we didn’t!  It is now a beautiful cedar table, matching nicely with the red cedar Muskoka chair set friends had just purchased for our deck as a moving-in gift.

If you have never enjoyed the thrill of power-washing, I say get thee to the nearest Canadian Tire. There are several models to choose from — gas-powered to electric, 1450 PSI to a more powerful 2000 PSI.  My preference is electric — better for the environment and certainly better on the ears.

While power-washing is, as my sister insisted, fun, this is a powerful tool and it’s important to know what you’re doing before you blow the siding off your house by applying the wrong pressure for the job.   You can also ruin an expensive deck by placing the power-washer tip too close to the wood. The last thing you want are deep gouges in your new cedar deck!

The Internet has plenty of helpful hints for the uninitiated, including this tutorial at About.com.

If you have an Open House coming up and want to show your home at its best, buy or borrow a power-washer and get cleaning. These amazing gizmos are great for cleaning brick or siding and turning a grimy driveway into a show-stopper. If you have a wood fence that is more reminiscent of an old barn, a power-wash will do wonders there, too.

It really is amazing what a bit of water and power can do to improve your bottom line. When it comes to real estate ROI, a power-washer (you can get a good one on sale for about $300)

Who would have thought my old picnic table was really beautiful red cedar?

Who would have thought my old picnic table was really beautiful red cedar?

is a no-brainer.

Power-washing tip of the day: When dirt from your deck or driveway splashes onto your shoes, DO NOT clean it off with the power-washer. It hurts!  Just ask Marian, who learned her lesson the hard way.

It’s not clean till you’ve dusted your plants

August 24th, 2009
Plants, real and fake, need cleaning before they are overrun with dust mites and spider webs.

Plants, real and fake, need cleaning before they are overrun with dust mites and spider webs.

There are some places you just expect to be less than spotless. The kitchen at the greasy spoon diner for example.  Or your local garage.  Or the supermarket during cherry season (If you thought banana peels were a hazard, try walking across a floor sticky with slippery Bing skins!).

Now think squeaky clean. The germ-free, icky-less state you would expect to find upon entering a room at a reputable hotel. Or in a child’s nursery. How about the doctor’s office? That should scream clean, right?

I thought so, too, until I walked in to the lobby of a family doctor’s office in Kanata to wait for my husband. I had 20 minutes or so on my hands, so I chose one of the uncomfortable chairs on offer and searched for a magazine to read. Finding nothing worth the trouble, I sat back and started to take a good look around.

I couldn’t believe my eyes!

Behind me (I chose a row of chairs in front of a window) were several large plants, each one so dusty that it was impossible to tell — are they real or are they fake? The dust was at least an inch thick, which means they had not been washed down in at least two years — probably more.

To my right a dusty mirror hung crooked on the wall, the only decoration in the drab room.

To my left was an area set aside for children. There were trucks and blocks to play with, along with a handful of books to read. I was horrified to note that the toys and books were absolutely filthy — a white truck was black with grime and the books were likewise dirty and sticky. Can you imagine a small child placing this filth in his mouth? To make matters worse, the carpet beneath the play area was badly stained and in need of a good vacuuming.

It was truly shocking. This is a doctor’s office?

When my husband came out of his MD’s office with his shoes in his hand, he could see that I looked puzzled. He filled me in: The doctor, presumably concerned about germs, asked all patients to remove their shoes and leave them outside his door before entering his private space.

Now that’s funny! I guess the poor guy was so busy worrying about his own health that he forgot to take a good look around the waiting room. If he had, he would have called the Health Unit in for an emergency decontamination.

For me, the biggest hazard in that office was all the dust (I wisely kept the trucks out of my mouth). In 20 minutes, my sinuses had swelled up and a headache raged. A man beside me couldn’t stop sneezing. Little wonder — you could smell the dust in the air.  Not very pleasant.

It was with visions of that horrible doctor’s office in my mind that I got out my stool, wet a rag with tap water and began the task of cleaning the fake fig tree that had been plunked in the corner of my living room by the movers a few days earlier. It took two hours to complete the chore — leaf by leaf — but wow! Gone was the construction dust that had collected during repairs to our condo just before the move. It was now a shiny, new tree that literally glowed beside the fireplace. I had to put my shades on, it was that bright.

Of course, I could have saved time and taken the artificial plant outside and cleaned it with the hose. Or I could have given it a real shower indoors. The problem with both these methods is that there’s no guarantee water spots won’t show up when it dries. Yes, the only way to get a spotless plant is to clean each leaf by hand. The results will be worth the effort!

So if you have an Open House coming up, don’t forget to clean your plants — real and fake. Not only will shiny plants make your house sparkle, they will also be kind to people like me who can smell dust a mile away.  When it comes to selling your house, that’s nothing to sneeze at.

Time to take out that picnic basket

August 11th, 2009

picnic

Been on a picnic lately?

For me, a picnic is any eating enjoyed outside, except on a deck or patio, because that’s not really being out in nature.

For example, sitting on a rock at the top of the Gatineau Hills while out on a hike is a great place for a bowl of chick pea and tomato salad, a bottle of water and an apple for dessert. Or a bag of cherries and a chunk of cheese shared while resting in the shade on a bench overlooking the beach in Leamington also makes for a fine mini picnic. My favourite when I lived in Cobourg was a steak barbecue picnic at the marina, complete with arugula salad with sundried tomatoes and asiago cheese drizzled in olive oil and balsamic vinegar. A bottle of wine smartly disguised in a thermos added a sense of adventure to the outing.

I was reading up on the history of picnics the other day and found some interesting stuff at www.foodtimeline.org, the place for everything you ever wanted to know about the origins of food.

If you ever thought of preparing a picnic lunch for a family reunion but gave up the idea because it would be just too much work, keep reading. You’ll be thankful it’s 2009. Check out the excerpt below, found on Page 391 of The Book of Household Management by Isabella Beeton, first published in a bound edition in 1861:

BILL OF FARE FOR A PICNIC FOR 40 PERSONS.

A joint of cold roast beef, a joint of cold boiled beef, 2 ribs of lamb, 2 shoulders of lamb, 4 roast fowls, 2 roast ducks, 1 ham, 1 tongue, 2 veal-and-ham pies, 2 pigeon pies, 6 medium-sized lobsters, 1 piece of collared calf’s head, 18 lettuces, 6 baskets of salad, 6 cucumbers.

Stewed fruit well sweetened, and put into glass bottles well corked; 3 or 4 dozen plain pastry biscuits to eat with the stewed fruit, 2 dozen fruit turnovers, 4 dozen cheesecakes, 2 cold cabinet puddings in moulds, 2 blancmanges in moulds, a few jam puffs, 1 large cold plum-pudding (this must be good), a few baskets of fresh fruit, 3 dozen plain biscuits, a piece of cheese, 6 lbs. of butter (this, of course, includes the butter for tea), 4 quarter loaves of household bread, 3 dozen rolls, 6 loaves of tin bread (for tea), 2 plain plum cakes, 2 pound cakes, 2 sponge cakes, a tin of mixed biscuits, 1/2 lb, of tea. Coffee is not suitable for a picnic, being difficult to make.

Things not to be forgotten at a Picnic.

A stick of horseradish, a bottle of mint-sauce well corked, a bottle of salad dressing, a bottle of vinegar, made mustard, pepper, salt, good oil, and pounded sugar. If it can be managed, take a little ice. It is scarcely necessary to say that plates, tumblers, wine-glasses, knives, forks, and spoons, must not be forgotten; as also teacups and saucers, 3 or 4 teapots, some lump sugar, and milk, if this last-named article cannot be obtained in the neighbourhood. Take 3 corkscrews.

Beverages: 3 dozen quart bottles of ale, packed in hampers; ginger-beer, soda-water, and lemonade, of each 2 dozen bottles; 6 bottles of sherry, 6 bottles of claret, champagne a discretion, and any other light wine that may be preferred, and 2 bottles of brandy. Water can usually be obtained so it is useless to to take it.

That last part about all the recommended booze really puts my lone litre of wine to shame!  You can read more of Mrs. Beeton’s tips and secrets for household management online, where the entire book can be found.

Of course, the one drawback about picnics is that they are held in the great outdoors. And that means you are at the mercy of the weather and all creatures great and small. Especially small. Like ants and flies. And bees and hornets.

How to keep them away? As many have suggested, the only surefire cure is to move your feast inside or to a screened enclosure, which means your picnic is no longer a picnic if you follow my rules. If you want to stay outside, you can always try what a poster on Poor Richard’s Almanac jokingly suggests might be the thing to keep the flies away: toss fresh roadkill or piece of raw meat a good way from your picnic area!

That’s not a bad idea, but I think that driving around looking for roadkill will eat up too much of the time better spent relaxing at your picnic. And tossing away fresh raw meat is an extravagance most of us can ill afford. My suggestion? Try leaving the pests a half watermelon instead. That will keep the flies — and some of the ants — busy down wind from you while you enjoy your picnic fare.

Elsewhere on the wacky web, another person suggested a bug-repellant tablecloth, but I doubt that is on Health Canada’s list of smart things to do. I haven’t tried the suggestion below, found at eHow as a way to keep flies away, but it does sound much healthier than setting your food on a tablecloth laced with bug repellant:

Step 1
Purchase some lemons and cloves

Step 2
Cut the lemons in fours (wedges)

Step 3
Put pieces of cloves inside the lemon (3 to 4 cloves per lemon wedge)

Step 4
Place the wedges at each corner of the table

From my own picnic adventures, I’ve learned it’s wise to keep bowls of salad or containers of chicken and other foods covered until someone needs another helping. And when drinking from cans, it’s best to use a straw unless you want to swallow a live yellow jacket! A table is better than a picnic blanket when trying to keep ants away.

Depending how elaborate your picnic is — for example, if you’re lucky enough to be at a private beach — you can light citronella torches and place them around your eating area. Or you can even have a bonfire.

But really, should a picnic be this complicated? I think I’d rather enjoy nature the way it was created — bugs and all. Even if that means sharing my picnic with an ant or two, or three, or ….

So relax, chill out. Follow Mrs. Beeton’s lead. You’ll be so drunk on ale, sherry, claret, champagne, wine and brandy that you won’t notice how much flying or crawling protein you just washed down with your booze! Pack three corkscrews and you’ll be ready for anything.

Reality TV doesn’t get any messier

July 28th, 2009
The irony wasn't lost on the photographer, who tells us she gave this book to her friend as a Christmas gift a few years back and found it recently in this dirty state under the kitchen sink!

The irony wasn't lost on the photographer, who tells us she gave this book, featuring Kim and Aggie from How Clean Is Your House?, to her friend as a Christmas gift a few years back and found it recently in this dirty state under the kitchen sink!

I’m a voyeur at heart, I’ll admit it.  And with reality TV, I can get my fix on almost any channel on the air. I can watch people lose weight, balance their chequebooks, renovate a house, become a model, give money away, drink beer while travelling around the world and pretty well anything else you can think of.

My new favourite reality show is the Canadian version of How Clean Is Your House? Here, it’s called Kim’s Rude Awakenings, starring that British prison guard-like Queen of Clean Kim Woodburn (she of the feather-fringed plastic gloves) and her new sidekick, Mike Chalut.

If you haven’t seen it yet, check it out on W Network, where the Canadian version airs on Mondays at 8:30 p.m. It’s like watching Jerry Springer, only instead of the hapless lovelorn making fools of themselves on national TV, it’s filthy, messy families.

In one episode, the mother of two grown boys still living at home had been sleeping on a recliner in the living room for two years because her bedroom was a disaster, with clothes and everything else piled all over the bed. She claimed she couldn’t keep the house clean all by herself because of her arthritis and the boys, including her husband, wouldn’t do it for her.

Ha! Even the laziest person on earth could stand up long enough to throw everything off the bed and onto the floor in order to get a good night’s rest.  Was this family for real?

Another episode featured equally lazy teenagers and parents who apparently have no idea that butts need to be kicked and clean-up orders issued and observed — or else!

Real or not, the show is good for a laugh. And like the British version, we get Kim’s advice on how to wipe the grime off the sink or polish the furniture without an arsenal of chemical cleaners. Brings you back to the days when “green” didn’t mean double the price.  Mostly, Kim teaches how to use things like baking soda and table salt to get the job done.

Very refreshing.

Back to those lazy teens.  In answer to a question from a working mom on how she can get her kids to help out with the cleaning, Kim advises:

“You’re a working mother you say, with two teenagers. You know I think what may have happened here dear is – bless you – you’ve spoilt them. But there are things you can do. Teach your children the basics of cleaning and how to do their own laundry and my love, if they don’t do it, don’t do it for them! Teenagers want to be independent so learning to do their own laundry is a very good step in that direction. If they run out of knickers they’ll remember to put the wash on next time!”

If anyone knows how to shape up lazy Canadian teens, it’s Kim. She’s a tough one:  according to her 2006 autobiography, Kim delivered a premature stillborn baby boy alone in her apartment in 1965 (her boyfriend ditched her when she told him she was pregnant).

What did the 23-year-old single mother-to-be do? Alone, scared and embarrassed, she wrapped the tiny body in a tea towel and placed it in a bowl. According to her story, Kim then slept beside it all night, before leaving, traumatized and desperate for a return to normal, to go to work the next morning. After work, she took the six-month-old baby’s body to a park in Liverpool and buried him, using a spoon to dig the grave.

“I told him I was so sorry for what had happened and how great we would have been together. I told him he’d have been a fine boy but that it just wasn’t to be. I had never felt more wretched in my whole life.

“I still talk to my son now,” she says in her book. “The deep sadness doesn’t go away.”

When the story came out — her autobiography was serialized exclusively in the British newspaper The Mail on Sunday — she was interviewed by police and faced the prospect of jail time for illegally burying a body.

“I know the offence carries a two-year prison sentence, but do you know what? I don’t care. I really don’t care,” she told the British magazine First when the story came out. “I don’t want to go to prison, but if it has to be, it has to be.”

Fortunately, Kim never went to prison for burying her secret. She believes that sad experience helped shaped her life and made her who she is today, a happily married woman who went from housekeeper to 60-something superstar on How Clean Is Your House? Co-starring Aggie MacKenzie, the show airs on Britain’s Channel 4 and in Canada on W Network on Mondays at 8 p.m.

Wonder if you would pass the clean test? Try the How Clean Is Your House? quiz and find out.

I took the quiz and for the record, I have been crowned “A Cleaning Queen!” No surprise there! Here’s how the quiz master describe me:

“Clean, clean, clean. It’s surprising you’ve got a social life, you’re so busy tidying up! You just love preening and primping your house, getting everything perfect. You know all the secrets of clean and you’re the first to give Kim and Aggie’s tips to your friends and even some of your own. It’s very noble, but don’t you think you may be verging on the obsessive? Sometimes it’s OK to let things go a little and put your feet up… we won’t tell anyone, promise!”

Guess I’d better go put my feet up now!

Turn a cemetery into a positive

July 6th, 2009

cemeteryAs a kid, it wasn’t unusual to find me hanging out with my friends at the local cemetery.  Sometimes, we’d scare ourselves with tales of the dead arising and chasing us. But, mostly, we searched out the older headstones so we could trace them with paper and pencil. We liked the sounds of those long-dead names on our tongues and competed to find the oldest graves.

When we were tired of running around looking for ancestors, we would throw ourselves on the grass and rest between the graves as the sun warmed our faces. Sometimes, we would have a picnic. It was peaceful and quiet. We felt happy there. For us, playing in the cemetery was no big deal. It was fun.

Apparently not everyone thinks so.

My husband still talks about how, when he was selling his bachelor home in London, Ont., more than a decade ago, a little girl who went to view the house with her mother ran out screaming bloody murder after she spotted the cemetery over the back fence. That nice, quiet neighbour turned out to be a drawback to a quick sale.

And it’s not just cemeteries that can keep your house on the market longer than it should when feng shui practitioners are house-hunting.

When an Ottawa man tried to sell his home in the desirable Westboro area of the capital, he figured it would be a quick sale with multiple offers. It didn’t take long before the price had to be reduced — from $599,000 to $529,000 — because he found his location, across from a funeral home, was a negative for many people. “I had a few agents call with clients, but when they heard where it was, the viewings were cancelled,” he said, adding that he had no idea that a funeral home was considered bad luck.

Call it bad feng shui. Tabitha Miller has an interesting article that explains why trying to sell a home near a cemetery, funeral home and even a hospital can get tricky. As I mentioned in an earlier post, the ancient Chinese art of feng shui is all about location, location, location. You can have the inside designed to maximize that good chi energy, but it won’t mean anything if your home’s location doesn’t have the right balance of yin and yang.

Think of yin as earth, emitting dark energy. And think of yang as sun, emitting light energy. With the right amount of both, we can all lead happy, positive lives. Too much of one and things go wonky.

Cemeteries are yin. That’s why you don’t want your home near one. Who needs all that dark energy?  There are some who believe that cemeteries draw the bright yang energy away from their living neighbours, leaving them at risk of depression, illness and just plain bad luck.

Carol, who lives near a cemetery, posted a comment on this blog asking if there is any way “I can have positive feng shui next to this lovely, tranquil piece of greenspace that just happens to be filled with headstones?” The good news is yes, there are cures for the cemetery blues! Depending who you talk to, you can either paint your house a bright red, a strong yang colour to balance the dark energy, or hang a mirror outside your home to deflect the bad energy away from you.

Even if you aren’t located near a hospital, cemetery or funeral home, you might still find some people turning around and walking away after they see your street address. For example, if your address has a 4 in it, that’s considered bad luck by some Chinese because in Cantonese, “four” sounds like “death.” That same house hunter will be smiling if your address has an 8 in it — it sounds like “prosperous” in Cantonese and signals good luck.

And you thought selling a house was easy!

Like it or not, feng shui can make or break a sale. Even real estate agents are learning feng shui so they know what to show, and what not to show, clients who have adopted the ancient Chinese art as their own rules to live by. Even if you think it’s nothing but superstition, it’s wise to learn what is considered a good feng shui property before you buy — unless you plan to live there for life.

Where’s that lawn boy when you need him?

June 28th, 2009

It’s amazing how fast Mother Nature works.

I learned that lesson many years ago, when I worked nights at the lawnWindsor Star. In those days, I slept all day and rarely set foot out my door during the daylight hours — I just couldn’t handle that Windsor humidity!

Sunning in the backyard just wasn’t my thing. In fact, I rarely even looked out my back window and into my yard, which was 180 feet deep and nothing but grass and a couple of peach trees. I had moved to my little house on Jos Janisse Ave. from a highrise rental apartment just before winter, so it never occurred to me that perhaps, now that spring had arrived, I should take a peek out back now and then to see how things were growing.

In May, I packed a bag and went to Ottawa for my kid sister’s wedding.  I was only gone a few days, arriving back home under cover of darkness.  As I headed toward the kitchen near the back of the house, I could see weird shadows flickering across the window of my enclosed back porch. I turned the kitchen light off to get a better look.

I couldn’t believe my eyes.  Those shadows?  That was grass waving in the breeze. I thought I had been transplanted to the Saskatchewan prairie. The grass was at least three feet tall! Yes, even taller than the grass growing in the municipal parks and on the public boulevards of strike-struck Windsor.

I laughed out loud. Then I blushed in embarrassment and wondered if the neighbours had noticed. Then I cursed homeownership and all its obligations, like cutting the lawn and pulling weeds and cleaning the gutters and … Since I was the only one who lived there, it looked like I would be getting up early and trying to mow down that dastardly grass.

Easier said than done.  My old clunker of a lawn mower that I had bought used from a work friend — and had yet to try out — wouldn’t budge. In fact, I think I heard the thing laugh as it sputtered to a stall. Drastic measures would be required. I knocked on my neighbour’s door, explained my dilemma and came home with a scythe. Not quite sure why my neighbour, living in a very residential area, had a scythe on hand, but I was glad he did.

I spent hours hacking back the grass to a more reasonable length. Then I spent hours more mowing it.

That grass-cutting nightmare came to mind when I drove by a house with a For Sale sign on the lawn. The grass looked like mine did back in May 1989, before I learned that Mother Nature moves at lightning speed.  It was obvious that this house was empty – there weren’t even any curtains on the windows. The owner had moved out, but didn’t bother to arrange for someone to cut the grass, pull the weeds and water the lawn.

Curb appeal?  Let’s say this house didn’t have much to speak of. It looked worn and abandoned, a signal to bargain-hunters to come swooping in for the kill.

When selling a home, keeping the outside in tip-top shape is as important as keeping the inside neat and spotless. No one said selling a home was easy! But sellers can take some of the stress away by hiring a lawn-cutting crew, especially if they’ve already moved out of the home before it’s been sold. With the droughts we experience in Windsor-Essex County, the grass won’t grow for half the summer anyway, so it’s a small price to pay to keep your property looking good for buyers.

About those drought days. Wondering how to dress up a yellow lawn? Paint it!

According to an Associated Press report, painting dead lawns with green dye is proving popular in the U.S., where properties in foreclosure can remain on the market for months. While most of the lawns are being painted by image-conscious municipalities and homeowners’ associations, the report said some enterprising real estate agents trying to lure buyers are dipping into their own pockets for the dye job.

Smart? You bet. Because in real estate, first impressions can make or break a deal.

What signal is your home sending?

How to live with fish flies …

June 24th, 2009
The female fish fly lays an average of 4,000 eggs on the surface of the water.

The female fish fly lays an average of 4,000 eggs on the surface of the water.

If you live near a lake or river in Windsor-Essex County, chances are you’re battling fish flies. Interesting to read in The Windsor Star how people are coping with them: some are power-washing them off their buildings — even filling three wheelbarrows full! — while others are just leaving the flies sit where they land until fish fly season ends.

So far, I’ve only had a dozen or so fish flies stick to my lakefront house in Leamington, most of them on the roadside of the house, where there is a lantern on my front lawn (fish flies are attracted by lights). Inside the house, I’ve been careful to keep the lights off, even watching a bit of TV in the dark!

According to University of Windsor biology graduate student Ellen Green, we are only into Week 1 of a three-week fish fly mating season. If you see big blobs of brownish stuff on the surface of the water near shorelines, that’s probably fish fly eggs: after mating, the females head to the water to lay about 4,000 eggs each! The eggs then sink to the bottom, where they hatch. The first evolution of the newly hatched fish fly will camp out in the sediment for up to two years before beginning its journey to the surface and out of the water for the in-air mating dance.

As a newcomer to Leamington, I had been warned by locals that these shad fly-like creatures stink like dead fish when you power-wash them off the house.  When I confirmed this fact with a nearby neighbour, he told me there’s a way around that: don’t power wash!

How to keep your house free of fish flies then? Here’s Don’s no-stench solution: blow them off with a leaf blower!

Since I don’t own a leaf blower (and can’t stand the gazillion-decibel racket they make), I think I will join Riverside Drive businessman Eduard Meyer and just leave the fish flies where they land. The poor things only live about three days anyway. After that, they’ll dry out under the beating sun, turn to dust and blow away … until next season!