Friday, August 18, 2017

Wallflowers at the Dance



Absolutely no one showed up for the open house at our place on Sunday – granted the weather that day was spectacular, but still. . .no one?
Then we received a request for a showing on Wednesday. A showing! Someone was deliberately choosing us!
          My Guy mowed yet again, I ran over on Monday and Tuesday to empty the dehumidifier in the basement, he went over Wednesday morning to hide the dehumidifier (damp? What damp?) and turn on the fountain in the back garden.
          We didn’t quite sit around staring at the phone that evening, but curiosity did strike once or twice.
          This morning a text came in from our realtor. They made an offer.
          On a different house.

Monday, August 14, 2017

Country girl to city girl



Mamie is adjusting nicely to condo living, although I’m sure she misses her favorite patch of pachysandra back at the house. 

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Land management



Our move is complete.

          That is, as long as you don’t count the boxes filled with tools of his father and his father before him that My Guy is still hauling over from the house. And the many pictures we’ve left on the walls to brighten the now-empty rooms for buyers. Oh, and the shed and garage treasures still to be disposed of – anyone interested in a cross-buck for sawing wood, or perhaps a vinyl panel left over from building our outside shower?

          Our neighbor took the wheelbarrow and my hairdresser came over on Sunday for a big roll of tar paper for the roof of the mudroom he’s adding to his house. How serendipitous that I got my hair cut last week.  At this point, any conversation with us can be dangerous: “Really? You’re thinking about chickens? Well! We just happen to have a length of fencing that would be perfect!”

          Since we’ve only now put the house on the market, we’re wearing a path over the 1.8 mile stretch of Main Street between it and the condo. Sanity prevailed over thrift and we hired someone else to paint two rooms that were looking a bit battered, but we’re still bopping back and forth. I spent much of Sunday morning weeding, but with an acre and a half of land, the process had a teaspoon-and-ocean kind of feel to it. There’s an open house planned for next weekend, so that means back to the homestead for more yard work and touch up.

          Today I hope to get outside here and gain control of the flowerbeds surrounding our condo.

Saturday, August 5, 2017

A Moving Experience




No, I haven’t fallen into the failing septic system out back or collapsed after the umpteenth trip carrying boxes from the old house to the new. We’ve spent the last two weeks in a different dimension.