Worked through to noon, where one our two black clients (both brought on by me, by the way), told me she loved Duran Duran. Of course she did. All right minded people loved Duran Duran from 1982 through 1988. It was just weird not to.
Then, it was back to the old house where the new couple was already moving in despite not being allowed to do so until 6:00. Whatever. The sooner I get people in there, the better I feel. So, once Tieraney showed up, we cleared out the attic and the basement. That's done. Man, I've got a lot of crap. I would've really loved to have had a garage sale before this happened, but once we were sure it was going to, there seemed to be something every weekend (and usually in Ashland). So, sometime this summer, we'll have one in Mogadore.
We left a few of the larger items that we can't fit into the Soul and the Matrix; swing set, grill and such. I was hoping the new owners would buy them, but they weren't interested. They did decide upon a computer desk, the lawn mower and a large run in the living room, so that'll get me another $150 or so...provided they pay me. They haven't yet. Of course, I know where they live...
Tieraney's dad is coming up help with the other stuff this weekend (he has a pickup truck, after all...what kind of respectable gun owner wouldn't have a pickup truck?) After that, I'll never need to set foot on that property again. And that's all right by me.
Life tries to pump it downfield quickly, but the receivers are covered, and the QB has to throw the ball away to avoid the sack.
Life's ball: 2nd and 10 on my 36.
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Well, the unfortunate thing is it's unlikely the housing market bounces back soon, so taking this hit now probably turns out to be your best option.
ReplyDeleteIt's a crappy option (on a totally unrelated note, I can't thing of any reason why it would pop into my mind right now, I never cared for Duran Duran) in a universe of crappy options.
Good that it's over.
My deal is this - I'm on steroids and painkillers for the neck, I cancelled xray appointment for tomorrow, just no time to do it (my friend will be unhappy with me) - I'm solidly, 100% of the mind that an x-ray would show nothing, that whatever I've done to it isn't that. But there you go.
You need to go to my blog, find the commercial post for the Red House. Seriously.
Oh - Samberg's film Hot Rod is funnier than you think it would be.
I'm contemplating what to do with my house. My result isn't going to be any better than yours.
That's a sack. Loss of 6 yards. Second and 16 at my 44.