Selling A House
by Warren Bull
Our house is now on the market. Yesterday we signed the final papers for selling it with our realtor. We dropped off an ugly but useful black metal filing cabinet at a donation center, went to a restaurant we like and ordered lunch. Before the food came we had four calls from realtors wanting to see the house.
One realtor wanted to come at 12:30. The time on my watch was 12:31. Being unable to instantly transport ourselves through time and space, we said we could not manage that. And we were hungry. That realtor rescheduled for later in the afternoon. I believe three out of the four people who said they wanted to view the property actually did.
Much of our stuff is relocated to out of the way nooks and crannies. If I want to do something like practice singing, I have to 1) remember where what I need is located 2) dig through the other stuff interposed between what I want and me 3) check the time to see how much longer I have to work on whatever before …4) returning said object to its previous location so I can bail before the next showing.
Why, you may ask, don’t I put the whatever in a location easier to access? 1) if I start moving things I will have to remember their new location and … 2) the new locations of all the intervening material 3) it is likely that next timeI will want another buried treasure next which, if I also move that whatever to a new location… see 1) 2) and 3) above.
I would tell you more but right now I have to put my toys away so I can vanish before the next scheduled showing.