Sleep. Not so much.

This simple girl is having a hard time dealing with the weight of liquidating a household full of stuff.  Drew is much cooler.  We are running on fumes, though, and there isn’t any gas in the cars either.

I must apologize for the delay in the release of precious details since our last post; I am not even sure why I couldn’t find the time?!  Here’s the hot list:

  • September 6, Buyer makes an offer, we counter
  • September 7, Buyer accepts counter
  • September 9, Termite Inspection
  • September 10, Termite Letter received
  • September 11, Home Inspection 
  • September 12, Buyer asks us to fix a leak, trim some trees, fill in some cracks in the foundation, and bring in some fill dirt for a spot behind the house.  We agree to all but the tree trimming.
  • September 15, (Happy Birthday, Mom!) Plumber estimate x2, research dirt, get foundation filler
  • September 16, Plumber fixes leak
  • September 17, Landscaper brings dirt
  • September 19, Drew’s last day at work
  • September 20, MOVING SALE/Moving Day (Dang, Gina)
  • September 21, (Happy Birthday Richard!) A few hours were spent at a Habitat for Humanity build and then it was back to our house to pack…

I am tired, yo.

Once again, my sister and adopted sister came to my rescue on the day of the Moving Sale.  I just don’t deal well with money.  If it had been up to me, one family would have had me pack up my crap, deliver it to their house, move it in, write them a check (for taking my stuff!), and go deposit it in their account.  Overall, I was really surprised by the day.  The rain, of course, was not in my plan.  The strange flow of folks was unusual.  The 6:15am shopper going through our personal belongings in the garage 45 minutes before we were ready was a bit awkward.  Looking back on it, his truck was oddly full for 6:15am.

We managed to sell the biggest items and the big ticket items–except the Prius and motorcycle.  If you hear anyone talking, well, you know.

We hope that you are planning to be at the big party.  It won’t be quite right without you.  We will have cake, of course, and the band should be awesome–or sweet–or wack–or wicked.  (I am not sure what the young kids are saying these days.  I’ve gone too long without a good conversation with my students or my nieces.)  The bar is a regular…..(yawn)…..cash ba(yawn)r.  You might even have fun meeting each other what with the (yawn) and maybe the with your (yawn) and then he said…ZZZzzzzzzZZZzzzzzzZZZzzzzzzzz

Jen

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