A week from today we move into our new house!!!!!!! We are so ready to be done. And we're HOPING to never, ever have any dealings with our buyers after Monday, because we're certainly not meeting them. They're doing their walk through on the day of closing, and I've asked our realtor to be there for it. Usually that isn't necessary, but their home inspector lied about several things, so we don't trust him and what the inspection is for is to inspect the requests they made--NOT all the stuff he missed the first time. And of course the buyers wanted to make US drive 15+ miles away for the closing because--as we know--they are the centers of the known universe and no one else matters, but by this point our realtor's assistant is ready for them at every turn as we all now know to just expect problems. We're almost done....we're almost done....we're almost done....
Work has been a bit surreal this week. The first of the new people, who had bored us all silly with all her talk about how great she was and how much she loved cold calling, quit Wednesday and the other, whom we all really like, is giving notice today. For those keeping track, in a team of 8 salespeople when I started 6 weeks ago, that's SIX quitting or being let go. But it has nothing at all to do with how the company is run. Of course.
Callisto continues to be happy, but has declined again, so it probably isn't the coolant. She's eating a little bit more without vomiting, and this morning surprised us with a mouse. She's 13, and a delightful little boy from across the street knocked on the door last night to ask us if the black and white cat was ours. My first horrified thought was that she has died and this poor little boy had found her. Thankfully, she was just in his yard and he wanted to know all about her, and when Andy picked her up, she was even nice enough to let the little boy pet her without going ninja on either of them. I'll board the cats for 2 nights while we're in transition, and our vet is really great--they might board her within the vet clinic instead of the kennel. She's enjoying time in the backyard and so far doesn't seem uncomfortable or unhappy.
Even though we are leaving, we still laughed with the entire neighborhood over a neighbor who listed their house even before ours. We'd met them, and they seemed nice enough, but shortly after they listed their house for sale--maybe a year after moving in--they started redoing a vehicle on the front lawn. While the house was LISTED. We were still prepping ours to sell, so we kept hoping either their realtor would step in and explain "curb appeal" or the house would sell before we listed ours. The association president did go over to talk to them because that kind of thing is definitely an eyesore and is against the rules we all agreed to when moving in, but the neighbors were total jerks about it and said they didn't care. So you can imagine the delight of the entire neighborhood when they got an offer which ultimately fell through because the appraisal came in too far under the selling price. Guess white-trashing the place doesn't sit well with appraisers, either. Of course, by this time they had moved and are now stuck with two mortgages or house payments. Sometimes it's nice to see karma come around and slap someone. :) We're glad to be moving, but we have some very nice neighbors and we'd like this to remain a nice neighborhood for their sake.
I think packing is going well. It certainly seems like we've packed most of our stuff--at least everytime we need something and discover it has been packed. I didn't think it would even be possible, but the entire sewing room has been packed up. All the fabric, yarn, books, tools, rulers, machines--it's all ready to go. We have another HUGE pile of things to be donated--that gets easier the longer one packs: Was it nice to have? Maybe. Is it worth packing? No. The new house is actually slightly bigger than this one, so we're not really downsizing, but it's nice to get rid of things if we don't need them. It will be SO nice to live in a one-story house. Because we're above the city, it made sense for the bedrooms to all be upstairs for the view, but with temperatures hovering around 100 for weeks now with no end in sight and SO much traffic noise that one can't sleep with the windows open, it's miserable in the summer. The sewing room is the only thing upstairs and we'll be changing out the existing shade for an insulating one, and the window is much smaller than the ones here. I have loved all the windows and the natural light, but the reality is that the blinds have to be closed 6 months of the year because of the cold or the extreme heat, so we're okay with fewer windows in the name of comfort. And the big news for the sewing room: I have ordered a recliner to go in it! I got the idea by browsing sewing room images on the internet (and now, interestingly enough, feel a bit better about the amount of stuff I have). Because of my hip issues, I really shouldn't sit at my sewing chair if I'm ripping out seams or something like that but I forget. I've never liked the look of recliners, but a big squishy chair in the sewing room is a different story, and the sewing room will have enough room for it. And my dressmaker's dummy. And maybe even the ironing board, although one shouldn't overlook the exercise benefits of trotting up and down the stairs to have to iron seams. Think of the leg muscles!
Our plants go to foster care this weekend as does much of the canning, then Wednesday the movers come and we check into a hotel for 2 nights. Then a week from today we take possession of our new home!!!!!!!!