Before my ramble, in the next 3-4 weeks I may be irregular with my posts and comments since I'll be out with guests, vacation and selling the house.
Have felt like cookies for two weeks. Three days ago I finally made them. The healthy whole wheat, oats, and barley with cranberries kind.
The next morning I decide to make pancakes with bananas and chocolate chips.
Yesterday, I'm eating dinner alone and I made a complete meal for myself: potatoes, meatloaf and green beans from scratch! Up till now I was satisfied with macaroni & cheese! My, my, what's up?
I am sure you want an update on our house hunt.
After looking at about 10 houses we made two official offers on two condos in the same gated community.
Why a condo and not a house? For about twenty years hubby commuted two to three hours a day. He hates gardening, so I figure it was his turn to get his well-deserved wish: no yard.
If we'll get a famine, I'm knocking on your doors, Carol, WeaverofGrass, Nature in Ozarks, etc.
The Monday after the signing, we heard that they accepted our offer on both condos!! Wow, now at least we have a choice!
We choose the corner unit, which is 6K more. Can you believe it, right now there is a counter offer war going on. With this economy it's hard to understand!
All the floors are new (wood in the bedroom and an awesome job on the living room tiles - fitting perfectly with our furniture), and a wooden deck. Also, this condo has only one common wall with a neighbor on the side, and one upstairs. On the other side is a fire lane where no one is allowed to park, so an extra barrier to noise (I hear everything, like most mothers do).
The other house, has a little bit more space. It is in the middle, has all new carpet, but the wrong color. A wrong color, might be a constant irritant for an artist! The nice thing was a beautiful granite kitchen counter.
That night we also signed for our house to be sold.
Next day, after work, hubby hands me a note.
I'm trying to read it, but it does not make any sense.
"What does it say?" I ask finally.
"It says that someone is interested in our house!"
Where I work, one of their friends have been looking, but because the counter-offer war, they had to let go of several houses...
Oh yeah... and they might come by today."
First I gasped, then I told him resolute,
"Then we have to seriously whack off that bush in the front. Remember, curb appeal!"
Last year I didn't even know what curb appeal was, LOL.
Twenty minutes later, we are both cutting on that bush about a foot shorter.
I see a car driving by slowly. "That's them", I whisper.
And it was "them."
The woman said about three times, "Just let us know when we can see the house."
Imagine, this is a month before our house is going to be officially listed!
Now I feel like dancing on the tables, like Joan does on occasion:) (SAPH blogspot)
The computer desk where I normally
set up my easel, is about 2/3 down the living room.
At the far end is the kitchen.
Two days later ... the doorbell rings
Two ladies ask if they can see the house.
I size 'em up. They look very determined to come in. We'll see.
One does the talking. The other seems there to support.
"No", I answer.
"I am getting guests. You couldn't see anything anyway, because of all the boxes everywhere."
They peer through the screen door into my living room.
"Is this your living room?" I nod.
" Oh, do you paint. Can I see it?"
I bring one painting to the front door. But that's not enough.
"Oh, I see that painting with the ladies...the blue one." (She sees what is on the painting 40 feet away from her! Even more reason not to let her in the house, 'cause this is a person who'll open every closet and drawer)
I bring this painting to the front door, while I'm thinking, you need to be a little smarter than this if you want to come in.
"Angels, " I say, referring to the painting.
"Oh", she looks dumbfounded.
Now tries her plan B.
"Can we see the back?"
I guess they're not getting the message, I thought.
"No, it's a big mess."
"Can we see it tomorrow?"
My mouth drops open. I'm stunned she has a plan C.
"No. you can see it when it's listed...
(which month is it now? Somebody help!)...uh, next month!"
Okay, now it sinks in.
A reality check came for me as well when I looked at the calender today. I saw that after coming back from our vacation we have exactly 4 days to empty the house, so it can be shown to the buyers. So, would you pack me that box with dishes, please?