The Blog is Back
And….we’re back. Sorry, folks I was offline for so long there, but I’m glad to be back. Though I hadn’t realized that I was gone to long. Time flies when you are dealing with Real Estate.
Which is where I was: in the unreal land of Real Estate, dealing with Realtors (I didn’t know that was supposed to be capitalized. You don’t capitalize doctor, or mother, but you do Realtor. Well, I capitalize Mother, but that’s another story.) So, this blog post with be a sort of update on where I’ve been and what I’ve been doing. Unfortunately, it is profoundly un-profound. After the last 10 weeks of cleaning and showing and viewing and fretting, I really don’t have anything grand about the universe to tell you.
But I sure have some funny stories, so let’s go with that.
The Story of How We Sold Our House
We were selling our house because a) we needed to either renovate or move and it was cheaper to move, and b) we lived on a busy street without a driveway and we needed a driveway. The listing was about a week and a half old, and we were settling in for the long haul. You know — showing after showing with comments like “It’s on a busy street,” and “The backsplash is too dark.” It was a grey thursday, and as I pattered downstairs and peeked out the window, I smiled: Snow. A couple of lovely white inches were covering all the brown grass and dead perennials. And then I stopped smiling: Tracks. Little bunny tracks all around the yard leading right under our back deck. No! When we said “Move in ready” and “Perfect for the growing family” we did not mean rabbits! After a quick critter check, the weather warmed up enough for my husband to cut and screw some 2 x 6 all around the base of the deck, keeping Mr. Hop-on-Outta-Here away.
However, the warm weather was a portent for something else. A major snow storm was brewing, as in Environment Canada Weather Warning – Heavy Snowfall snow storm. Having lived in a few parts of Canada, I’m no stranger to snow. But this snow, which began it’s accumulation on Friday night, was one of those Northern Alberta doozies that would shut down any other civilized Canadian city. At least 2 feet must have fallen in about 36 hours. And it was blowing and drifting and generally travel preventing. It was call in the Armed Forces weather. (Sorry for the Toronto dig. Bad habit.) When you were stopped at an intersection, you couldn’t see on the other side of the traffic lights. In order to keep our walk clear, we had to shovel every two hours. We really didn’t need to worry about the bunny, because it was impossible to tell where the deck actually ended, there was so much snow. Our backyard just looked like someone threw a white sheet over an unmade bed.
Luckily, we here in God’s Country are a hardy bunch. We had two house showings booked, and everyone showed up. Early.
Next time…Part 2: “Hand Me My Pants!”