So that last post brought up some interesting stuff. I thought about writing a whole long post explaining my personal religious beliefs – not because I thought I needed to defend myself, but just so I wouldn’t be misinterpreted. And you know what? If you’re curious, I think I basically summed it up in this post a long time ago. If you want to know more about my beliefs, drop me an email; otherwise I don’t think there’s any need to bore you with it.
Topic change: house stuff! We’ve had four or five showings now, which is good, although stressful. My child likes to disassemble… well, everything, really – toys, kitchen cabinets, her dresser, you name it – so whenever we get word that we’re going to have a showing, it seems to take a really long time to frantically clean everything up and get the house in good showing condition. And I’m really wishing we didn’t have so many cats, because vacuuming the house every other day is getting really old.
[Speaking of which, if any of you know anyone who might want to adopt Cleo and Greta? That offer still stands. I’m taking them to the vet next week to get their shots updated, and then I’m going to start talking to all of our neighbors and maybe put an ad on PetFinder to see if I can find them a new home. I won’t give them to a shelter, so if I can’t find a place for them, then I guess they’re meant to stay with us. But I’m going to try my darnedest.]
Anyway, on Tuesday, we had two showings for the same people; in the morning, just the wife came to see the place, and she came back that evening with her husband. (This is why I don’t know if I should say we’ve had four or five showings – technically five, but only four separate families.) They seem like the most promising so far. The wife really loves the place, but the husband has a laundry list of things he was griping about. This is all based on the feedback that their realtor gave to ours, so I’m not sure if maybe they’re just playing good cop/bad cop to see if they can get us to drop our price.
The story we heard is that they sold their house two years ago, and have been renting ever since then. They were planning to buy some huge 25-acre lot and build a house on it – not because they have animals, mind you, just because they “want privacy” (25 acres?!) – but they haven’t been able to close the deal in the past two years. The realtor says the wife is at the end of her rope, and she just wants a house already. I guess the husband is still hung up on this “dream house” idea. Dave said it’s pretty likely that we’ll get an offer from them since the wife usually controls those types of decisions. Which I knew, of course, it was just funny to hear my husband say that. I guess he’s already learned that expression that “a happy wife makes for a happy life” really is true. He’s a smart egg, I knew he’d catch on quick. Heh.
Regardless, I’m really surprised at how many people have been coming to see the place – we’ve had a lot of drive-by’s, and have already had to refill the flyer box on the “for sale” sign a couple of times. (I know a lot of that is because of nosy neighbors, but we don’t have that many people in our neighborhood.) So it’s good. Dave and I were trying to think of this on a 6-month scale, since that seems to be about the average time most houses take to sell these days. I was thinking ok, no biggie, at least we’ll be able to host Christmas at our new house. Now I’m wondering if maybe we’ll be in a new place by Labor Day. One can hope, right?