- Realtor calls to check in. Informs me that there is only one pending house sale in our township for the entire month of July.
- Post call, I do an internet search to see how many homes are currently for sale here and up pop 1,206 listings. Some are duplicates. Let's call it *multi-hundreds*.
- Reality sinks in. We're probably not going anywhere any time soon. I decide to relax a bit. No more daily, frantic supercleaning for me. I shower late, leave morning dishes in sink and start several loads of wash.
- Call from realtor's appointment desk. 'Someone would like to see the house today. Actually, they were in your neighborhood with their realtor when they noticed your house. They're parked out front...are you sure it's not a problem?'
- Two more calls from appointment desk to set up showings for Saturday. One is a repeat showing. I have a good feeling about this.
- Rise early to tidy up.
- Decide to stoop to cheap trick and bake some chocolate chip cookies before the appointments. M is quite excited about this idea until I tell him that I will only be baking one small sheet's worth and freezing remaining batter for future showings.
- Repeat viewers show up early, catch me as I'm heading out and ignore my breezy wave. They approach and ask questions. Darn. Prefer not to talk to prospectives. Can we be out quickly? *Sure.*
- Late afternoon call from our realtor with feedback. They loved our house. We're in the top two.
- Up early, tidying again. If we're in the top two, wife may want one more showing. Roust M out of bed so we can be ready, just in case. I have a good feeling about this.
- 11:00 am, call from realtor. What?!!! We have an offer!
- Realtor arrives at 2:00 to present offer. Not bad. Almost acceptable. They would like possession by August 31. Yikes! We will take the afternoon to decide on a counter offer.
- We decide on a number and will call our realtor in the evening. While making dinner, I glance out the window at our neighbor's house, which has been for sale since March. 2006. I tell M we should cut the number and just *g the h* out of here. Fine with that, he calls our realtor. He will proffer this immediately. Happy! Anticipating!
- M rises at 4:30 am to drive to Chicago. Unlike my usual sleepy goodbye, I'm wide awake and get up to see him off. It's trash day and all of a sudden, I am aware of how close August 31 is. We won't have a permanent place in Chicago by then. Do I want to put floral shop vases and previously read novels in storage? Will I be bringing okonomiyaki sauce to the apartment? I think not. I start tossing items into trash bags and filling new boxes destined for Goodwill.
- 9:00 am, call from realtor. Congratulations! Counter offer accepted. Buyers live out of state, will be signing and faxing the agreement to him by early afternoon. He will call when everything's in hand.
- I text message M (who's in a big meeting,) SOLD!
- I text message my sister, traveling cross country, SOLD!
- I email K, SOLD!
- I email Molly, PLANS FOR UPCOMING TRIP TO JAPAN ON HOLD...SOLD!!
- I call my parents, SOLD!
- K calls to hear the details.
- Happy, happy!
- I hear the trash truck in the neighborhood and continue to furiously fill bags as mental lists are expanding geometrically.
- Noon. Trash is picked up. I'm exhilarated but could use a little break, sit down to read some blogs. Blackbird is just home from her whirlwind trip to Chicago. I start an email to her...so, do you think you could live in the city? Chicago? What did you think of it? I need your opinion on this because, SOLD! We're heading out and I still don't know...city or suburbs...
- Interrupted by ringing phone. Caller ID says it's our realtor. Yay!
- 'The wife changed her mind. She won't sign the final offer. I've never had anything like this happen before.'
- I call M. *Nevermind*
- I call K. *Nevermind*
- I text message my sister. *Wife changed mind. No joke.*
- I call parents. *Nevermind*
- I delete email to Blackbird.
- I email Molly. *Nevermind*
- I'm exhausted.
- My Norwegian wool sample cards arrived yesterday so I think I'll go sit and stare at them for a while.
- I may bake a sheet of chocolate chip cookies. Of course, I'll clean up immediately.