The Saga...

Picture this - it's Saturday morning. You have an open house scheduled for 2 pm. You're cleaning house, picking up. P returns from walking the dog and mentions that one of the downspouts has fallen off the house. Well, we can't get it fixed today, let's put it in the garage, you say. So, P goes to put it in the garage, in a way that it's not sitting there screaming, "Here I am, I fell off the house." Unable to do so because half the garage has boxes, toys, etc., she thinks, "Maybe I'll just lay it alongside the garage." Nobody ever walks by there because while it's on an alley, our access in from the street.

I'm sitting inside at the dining room table when P walks in, tells 7YO to be quiet so that she can make a phone call, says nothing to me and dials what I recognize as only being 9-1-1. She then reports that our garage has been "tagged." I thought I was going to have a heart attack, but when I realized that she meant the side of the garage and not the doors, I was actually relieved!

A couple of cans of some Kilz-like product later, it's not horrible. The garage could use some fresh paint anyway - if it ever warms up here - but the main thing is it now looks more like it's been primed, in general, not just covered tagging.

We had the open house, had a good turn out and then had a showing that was a second visit. They brought what appeared to be a set of parents with them, then, after the alleged parents left, the couple spent half an hour in front of the house talking with their realtor. So, will it turn into an offer? Who knows. The folks that made a verbal counter-offer that was allegedly pending their seeing the inside of the garage - these are the low-ballers returned - didn't show. We were not surprised.

So, the saga continues. Another day of getting everything "show ready." 7YO is NOT happy. Yesterday, in the car - we had to be out of the house with the dog and it was cold and snow showering - he said, "This was a horrible idea. Why do we have to sell the house?"

More as soon as it happens...