In more ways than one!

Blog has obviously moved. It’s interesting that it’s possible to feel violated over the internet. But it happens. And it’s creepy. So I guess the answer is to pack up your URL and move to a new online home.

A new home is also on the way for me at some point. Prospective buyers will be looking at my house in another 45 minutes or so. After almost 3 hours of obsessive cleaning last night, plus way too much work on the house over the weekend, plus 2 rooms painted….well, if they don’t like it, that’s their problem. I’m tired. No more cleaning for another year.

Wouldn’t that be nice if it were true?

Unfortunately…cleaning will soon be replaced by packing. Urgh. Just Urgh.

Selling your house is a very anxiety causing situation. When you buy, you go in, you look around…you laugh at how people have decorated. You grimace at the little things like haphazard closets and dishes in the sink. You wonder why they thought it was a good idea to paint the family room bright pink. But then you leave. And if you decide to buy, you go back with all these visions of what you will do to fix the house up to your taste!

But now that I’m the seller…the thoughts come creeping in! “Did I dust enough?” “Are they going to laugh at my knicknacks?” “Should I have repainted the hall?” Because I want them to like my house. No. I want them to love it. I want them to buy it. So it needs to be perfect. What if they don’t like it? What else do I have to clean? It’s enough to make your head spin.

Here’s a totally unrelated thought for the day from Dave Barry:

“There is more money being spent on breast implants and Viagra than on Alzheimer’s research. This means that by 2030, there should be a large elderly population with perky boobs and huge erections and absolutely no recollection of what to do with them. “