Moving Down the Poo

In the interest of moving further down the picture of the elephant illustrating another day at work, here is another mindless blathering. Lets hope that something will spark upstairs soon and I'll be able to move even this down.

It is 6:37 AM. I've been quasi awake since 4 AM. Have an appointment at 10:30 AM, and those of you in the know - wish me luck. I hope the doctor gives me the 'all clear'.

Had two people come to the open house yesterday. For two weeks we've been busting butt to make the house look as if nobody really lives inside, and leaves and sticks never fall on the grass, nor do spider webs evolve on the siding. For two people, who, as it turns out, were neighbors.

The only feedback we received was that they loved the inside of the house, much impressed, many compliments. What do they want, a dinner invite? Oh yeah, they liked the garage. Our garage is an oversized, detached two car. Last year I managed to abscond with lots and lots of wooden kitchen cabinets from our new construction - not stolen, but they ordered the wrong size or something and had to get rid of them. Paul's 'stuff' + cabinets = organization. We hauled them home in a u-haul and Paul hung them all around, with a counter, too. Looks nice, can hide many stuffs.

Aaaaaannnnnyyyyway. Two hours Paul and I drove around with the dogs. Rocko who is scared to death to go for a ride, and I don't know if he's afraid of the ending of the ride e.g; vet, groomer, or the feeling of the car itself. Maybe both. He huddled as close to the back seat as possible, shivering and looking at the tree tops whiz by out the window. Nikko wants to be the driver, and whines and jumps around. She is a pain in the ass in the car. She loves it though. We stopped at the casino, parked the car in the parking garage and went to check something out quickly. Can you imagine what people must have thought? 'These people must really have a problem if they can't go to the casino without leaving their dogs in the car...'

Debated about lunch - where to go. Ended up at Ed's Country Kitchen. I don't think I've been there since Sean was a baby. It smelled bad, and if the waitress smiled her face wouldv'e broken, I swear. The food was, um, okay. I worried about sanitation. We took the scenic route home, with the purpose of showing Paul the trailer we used to live in, the 5 of us, but I didn't find the road it was on, so we didn't see it. Probably for the best. We decided no more open houses. I don't know why the agents push it, nobody has made that clear to me.

Came home and turned out lights, because its recommended that you have every light on for a showing. The agent had turned most off, though. We sat in the hot tub and read. Paul made a fire downstairs. I watched a real bad movie on Comcast on-demand. Don't even remember the name, but it had Jack Nicholson and Ellen Darkin. Bad, bad, bad. Did some laundry and went to bed to read some more. It was anti-climactic. We had this hanging over our head for two weeks, and worked so hard. Now it was over there was nothing to do...and that was an unfamiliar feeling.

Today is the end of the most beautiful weather we have been having. We need the rain, though, lots of fires because everything is dry.

Peace and umbrellas...