This is really getting old…the sale of my house…I mean. Today I had another “showing.” I don’t know how many dirty feet and shoes have left their imprints on my carpet. As you can tell, I am getting a bit frustrated with this process.
Why wouldn’t someone just take this lovely home away from me? Oh, yes, another reduction in price. Maybe this will open the floodgates. I need to move to a warmer place come next winter. Right now you can fry an egg on my sidewalk. Even I am a bit hot. That was not easy to say. I love warm weather. Caribbean girl.
It has been a while since I put my house on the market. Vacuum, and more vacuum, dusting, cleaning three toilets more often than necessary, cannot boil eggs, cook salmon, or use any aroma that may offend prospective buyers. Talking about stress. Do not want to rent the house, because my precious little mind will be 24/7/365 worried that the cat, or dog, or kids will think this is a play pen, and there goes the investment. Just need to sell the ranch.
In the meantime, this past Saturday had a very nice time visiting family. Do not have their permission to use their image, so I will just show you mine. Hair is learning how to cope with mini-convertibles. I prayed so many clouds away. Big ones may I say and really looking threatening. Rain, rain keep away. One thing is wind-blown hair, and another is rained on hair. Even in my incredible imagination I cannot even go there. That’s a picture no one, and I mean no one could see and be able to go to sleep that night. That’s how bad it gets.
There you have the well-behaved mane of hair after being exposed to incredible high winds of almost 80 miles an hour.
My friends, this business of posting daily is not getting any easier. I think I have discussed my hair, and so many other parts of my anatomy, birds, flowers, and etc., etc. Those pesky little muses are really being missed. Just hang loose with me. This stage of my inspirational well getting so dry shall pass one of these days.
To sell or not to sell…thereby lies the question. Sell, sell and sell is the answer. I already learned to be patient Lord, but please don’t make me take the test.
So it was today…31 May, 2011…would you believe it? Do I hear jingles…no, there’s my imagination again.
Your Happy Contessa
“That’s very well said, and may all be true, but let’s cultivate our garden.” Voltaire in Candide. French Enlightenment writer, historian and philosopher. 21 November, 1694 – 30 May, 1778.
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How was the showing?
Just finished rejecting an offer. Wanted the ranch for one piece of cattle. What are people thinking? Glad to hear from you.
My advise is to never reject an offer no matter how small or offensive. Best to counteroffer very close to what you want. This put the decision back on the buyer. By rejecting, you are saying to them, I won’t take a penny less or make any deals. Getting somebody to make any offer and a good realtor and seller can maybe turn it into something. I usually charge big bucks for my advise, but for you and you alone, it is free.
Thanks so much for the very good advice. I have been watching HGTV too. That’s exactly what I did. I am waiting, the ball is in her court. Wish you and Nancy a very good and adventurous weekend. Where are you both now?