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10/9/07

This past weekend, a friend and customer, Martha L. , approached me at the Stowe Foliage Craft show and pointed out that I hadn't exactly written much in this blog lately. Wow, I didn't even know anyone would notice!

It's not that nothing has been happening, but a lot of what's been happening has been fret and worry and wringing of hands. One of my preoccupations has been getting this house sold, and waiting for the realtor to call with a splendid offer feels just like being 16 and waiting for a certain boy to call, as in the old Vicki Carr song,  "..the telephone rings, and I jump...it must be him! it must be him! or I shall die...(Oh please let it be Linda, our realtor!)"

A couple of weeks ago, we had prospective buyers who came here three times. Each time we had to make sure the house was immaculate, bundle up ourselves and our dogs, and scram out of here. After the first two visits, our realtor told us these people were on the verge of making an offer, and were either going to do so that very evening, or come back once more. Well, they did come back once more, and

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then the wait began. One day, two days, three, and no offer. Then we heard they had gone away for the weekend and "would think about it." Well, as a person who has spent many hours sitting in my booth at craft shows, I know deep down that when someone says they will "think about it" that is usually the last you see of them. Later our realtor told us that the third time our feckless  buyers came, they brought along a dad - who was probably quick to notice that a mortgage plus property taxes plus oil bills plus maintenance all add up to a heck of a lot of money, probably more than these young people (with a baby) could afford.

Oh well, there are more fish in the sea. And in fact, two more sets of prospective buyers saw the house this past weekend, and both of them "really liked it." For whatever that's worth. I did meet one of them, who said to me that we had restored this house "just the way he would have." (Hey, maybe he does really like it...hey,maybe he'll call!  Maybe he'll even make an offer!)

Anyway, we wait. And wait. And wait, for calls from realtors, results from house inspectors, loans from the bank. I am a bit stressed out. The other day at the supermarket, I asked to collect my two bonus points (Collect 16 points and get twenty dollars off your next purchase!) I learned that the previous day was the last day for point-collecting, and my 14 crummy points were not going to get me anywhere. Melt down! Today I cheered up a bit, though, when I learned that the collection of twenty points towards a free Thanksgiving turkey has begun. I carefully stored my first three points in an envelope, and, tongue sticking out of the side of my mouth, circled the expiration date of this splendid and attainable offer.

 
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