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drum roll please

drum roll please

Welp, shit just got real. The house of the person that made the offer on this house has sold. The contingency has been removed and I now have a firm offer. The appraisal and inspection have been ordered. I'm pretty sure this is going to happen. I go back and forth...

i hope there won’t be a showing today

i hope there won’t be a showing today

I know, I should ALWAYS be open to a showing of a house I'm wanting to sell. But not today! It's yucky and rainy and doesn't look like it's going to stop soon. Thunder and lightning and the smell of wet dog -- welcome to my world. Today is trash day and I know my cans...

after listing a house your days aren’t typical

after listing a house your days aren’t typical

I usually go to bed around 3:00 AM ET and am at my computer checking email in pjs with coffee by 9:00 AM ET. By the time I get through work stuff and morning doggie detail, it's 11:00 or so and that's when I grab a shower, get dressed and start my day. It's not that...

And we’re live!

And we’re live!

I had the bed made by 8:00 AM this morning. While that might be normal for you, it's likely a first for me. The house is live online this morning. The photos are pretty good, I guess. I'm not a fan of the distorted lens used in real estate photo captures. The little...

the first ripe tomato

the first ripe tomato

The first red, ripe tomato has arrived at the homestead in the Ville. It's about the size of a golf ball. Sadly, I can get better than this at the Farmer's Market here in my current hood.

house on the market

house on the market

Photos of the house to be sold were taken today and it will go on the market on Monday. It's truly a great house in a fabulous neighborhood. All brick, energy efficient for the size, and I would've given just about anything to live here when my son, Ben, was young....

more trees and corn… fewer neighbors and privacy fences

more trees and corn… fewer neighbors and privacy fences

I'm closing in on the last stage of my life. Not there yet, but they say it begins at 65 and I'm not far from that. I remember feeling old at 35. I never, EVER, imagined myself at social security age. I still don't. What I do imagine is taking more time to do things I...