Our home of twenty years is officially on the market. I’ve seen the print out. We had our first showing Wednesday afternoon and another one early evening. (I’m writing this on Wednesday, so haven’t heard any feedback.)
Our wonderful daughter Kathryn Cashion is our realtor. She’s great to work with. She’s made sure the house is showing ready. We had a realtors open house on Tuesday. She was disappointed no one came. But it was a rainy day and sometimes their meetings run long.
I look at it like a campaign party. You send out invitations to lots of people. Maybe only a couple show up. (I’ve had them when no one but the hosts were there.) But the deal is you’ve put the idea (whether it’s a candidate or a house) out there in the universe. I believe at the right time the right people will show up.
My neighbors are hoping for dog lovers and someone to join the evening dog walking group. I’ve promised to bring Charley back at least once a month to walk with his buds.
Interesting phenomenon of the house being so perfect. I don’t want to do anything to mess it up. There is stuff I should be working on—taxes or my next book—but I don’t want to bring out any papers! When the house is show, Charley & has bed disappear.
Our bathroom counter is still clean. I may leave out the toothbrush and paste, but it will probably go away too. Our counters and all surfaces are pristine! It’s an unusual thing for us.
I had a meltdown last Saturday while walking Charley. At that point, we were planning on moving in two weeks. The amount of work we have yet to do overwhelmed me. The loss of our wonderful neighbors (All of whom love Charley.) made me depressed. One of those neighbors shared her worry about one of her sons finding his niche. It helped put my concerns in prospective, and I finished the walk with a lighter mood.
Last Sunday we decided that in fact we weren’t being realistic about the move date. The worst part of staying is that we have to keep the house spotless for visits. Most people have to deal with that situation. We had hoped to be able to skip that. Move out to the Lakehouse and then put our home on the market. Completing the Lakehouse has taken a bit longer than anticipated, and it’s spring, the perfect time to sell a house. May 20 is the new move-in date.
And the rains have come, flooding the inside of the Lakehouse! Not like coming up from the lake–the water didn’t get over the retaining wall. The darker is the water.
But we have a real drainage problem and the rain crept in under a place where a door used to be. It was weird to see it puddled inside the house the way it was with no marks on the ceiling like it had leaked in. It was under the range, too.
So happy we hadn’t moved in yet, and that we don’t have real hard wood floors. They would’ve been ruined!
Of course, we’re really fortunate. Bless those poor folks in Houston and west of us in Parker County. Goodness they’ve really had floods!
Have you had to deal with flood waters or burst water heaters inside your house? Love to hear from you.
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