Saturday, March 21, 2015
Starting to feel like spring
Now what you read may have you thinking I should be committed or you might feel bad for me. Don't. I'm sharing because it is quite the life right now for this white haired grammy. And look at it as humor.
Since we relisted with the new person, I call her a shark, we have had six showings. I know to some that may not be many. It hasn't been two weeks yet. The first week there was still a ton of snow. We have had some nice days. Like days without jacket days. I am so ready to start my fairy gardens.
Now for a story.....
Our realtor uses this centralized showing service. They contact you by email, cell phone and home phone to schedule and to cancel appointments. The realtors that show the house also can fill in a survey and comments about how their clients liked the house. They can be cruel. They can make you feel just down right awful. I'd say between bad and good with only 6 is about equal. Standard stuff.....update, too much work, too little yard, (We only have 3/4 of an acre), on and on. But let me tell you, no one has said it isn't clean. This place is so freaking clean I can't even tell where I clean anymore. No spring cleaning for me. I still have lots to get rid of. Just when you think you will tear into something you get another showing. Let me tell you about our last showing.
It was scheduled for 3:00 on Thursday. I try to leave a half hour ahead. I turn on all the lights, make sure every room is good to go, I hide all the dog related items and the dogs and I take off. This is where it gets complicated. Little dog is struggling. After every showing she can't walk. I mean her back legs won't work. So out the door we go. We got in the car okay. Big dog just about drags me while I am carrying little dog, their care items, a purse and whatever trash that needs to go out. We drove around for awhile then went to get their French fries and me something to drink. This time we get a call. Client had to cancel as they were rushing their child to urgent care. Okay, so we go home.
The next day they want to come at 4:15. Okay all day I knew this time. Somewhere around noon, I decided in my mind that it was the old time, 3. So off we go about 2:30. We get the French fries and drive and drive. I got tired of driving so went back about 20 minutes earlier than usual. We get out of the car and little dog that can't even walk half the time takes off. I scream and scare my neighbor the very smart professor. I doubt anyone yells at his house. And I watch their kids once in a while. Well, maybe not anymore. But bless his heart he goes and scoops little dog up. All the way to him she is looses her back legs and falling over. He brought her to me as big dog is dragging me all over the place. So in the house, turn off the lights, get all the dog stuff out. Oh no, it didn't look like anyone had been here. So I go online and realize my mistake I had already turned all the lights off and gotten all the dog things back out. When I realize it's time they are already here. (I should say this is actually the second time I messed up) I run out to the car with little and big dog and big dog gets away from me. This is only the second time in his life. So he takes off. I put little dog in the car and apologize as everyone is arriving. I run back in and stash the dog items and turn on all the lights. The whole time I am worried about big dog. I go out and there he is. He came home and the realtor has his leash. Now I have never met any of these people. I must look like a looney tune in my pink Minnie Mouse sweatshirt having a hot flash. SO off we go. No French fries this time. I am exhausted. I drive a little bit and circle back home. They are still in the house. So I go to a neighborhood across the street and park. Then we finally go back and in the house and you guessed it, lights off and dog stuff out and I crash. ( I should mention both doggies got sick today, no more fries)
Why are we selling..........our house is real close to being paid off. We want a small place with no mortgage and no yard work. We are looking into our future. We want to retire. Well, I kinda already have.
Why is our house not selling.......who knows. It's priced really low. Actually one of the lowest price in our town. Look it up if you want. 158 Spruce Drive, Granville, Ohio. Yep, I just gave all of you in bloggy world my address. But my home is splashed all over the place anyway. If you search other Granville homes you will see how high priced they are. If they aren't you will notice that the school isn't a Granville school.
Our house is a bi-level or it could be called a hillside ranch. it was built in the 60's. I have an aqua sink. People don't think that is cool. We don't have granite or stainless. But it is a nice house. And notice it is a clean house. My daughter in law says it isn't staged enough. I am about staged out. The little room with the porta crib has since been somewhat decluttered.
Okay that's about it about the house.
I should say that Miss Mabel was helping me look for a new house on Zillow. She wants us to move next door to her. I said we couldn't buy that house because it cost too much. She said, "I've got ten dollars Grammy." Then she said that she had a lot of money. Two of her friends live next door to their grandparents. And I lived next door to mine. It's a good thing. We are going to try to find something in the village. Right now there is only one two bedroom condo. It is a middle floor condo in an old house. Another must is NO steps.
Now, I know this is long but you can stop anytime. There isn't a quiz at the end.
Since our son vacated his little condo we are stuck with another 10 months on the lease. NO, we aren't moving into it. But we are looking for someone to rent it. They can move in without a deposit because we paid that. The landlady has to do a credit check and are you sitting down......WE have to show the apartment. IS that crazy. If the new tenant signs a year lease then we can get out of ours. We loose the deposit of course. We have paid the rent til April 15.
Now, I told you, don't feel sorry for me or call the white jackets. Life has always been like this for some reason. It could be so much worse.
I promise to keep you updated.....I'm sure you will be happy to hear that. So come on spring and fairy gardens I am ready. And hey, if we do sell and move, I can wheel that wagon with my fairy garden to my new little place.
Toodles says the crazy white haired lady.