I wonder if consumers would have remained optimistic about the mortgage boom if they had consulted with this lender? The housing industry is a mess.
Our home has been on the market for two weeks. It’s been shown four times. THe feedback has been positive so far, unfortunately these buyers were deterred by the second story. Our agent is optimistic. I am indifferent, but mostly because I need to direct my focus elsewhere. There are friends to see and boxes to pack.
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The Mister is in the process of passing financial management responsibility for his parents to his younger brother. It isn’t rocket science, but it can be confusing until you have month of experience. His brother is overwhelmed and intimidated.
Monday morning the guys were supposed to meet and discuss the financial obligations. Younger Brother set up the time and then promptly rescheduled twice. The guys eventually met and went over some details, but weren’t able to finish.
Mister Hombre: When do you want to meet and finish? I go back to work Sunday.
Younger Brother: As soon as possible.
Mister Hombre: Okay. How about early tomorrow morning?
Younger Brother: That sounds good, I’ll meet you then.
This morning, I’m eating breakfast with the Mister and we’re talking about our day’s appointments when the phone rings. It’s Younger Brother canceling the appointment that was made to accommodate HIM. Apparently, he can’t come because he has to pay property taxes. WTF? Property taxes and he didn’t know this in advance because…..I’m drawing a blank here. Anyone? And does it take ALL day to pay property tax….mmmm let me think about that. Maybe if you’re Fred Flintstone with cerebral palsy and you have trouble chiseling out the check.
Fine. Reschedule for two days later morning to accommodate Younger Brother a third fourth time. Not only does he not understand the meaning of ASAP, he’s immune to the reality of common courtesy. Obviously the world is meaningless when compared to his poorly managed personal life.
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Stray Comment from the Mister: I should probably spend as much time as I can stand to with my folks before we move. sigh
Me: snicker
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The neighbors are more interested in us now that we are relocating. I’m not complaining. I’ve never been the gregarious, block party, neighborhood watch type. My home is my safe place, my refuse from the bullshit and pettiness that life dumps on you. I’ve lived here for almost five years and I know six families by name. There are at least a hundred houses. I watch for strange cars, and I look out for roaming kids, but I do not interfere in anyone’s personal business without an invitation.
I think the nosy neighbors have a “stick with the devil you know” approach to me and the Mister. We keep our yard, and our property hasn’t lowered the value of the neighborhood, and it’s been at least two years since we made loud construction noises before nine AM on a Saturday.
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So far I’ve used 450 feet of bubble wrap, and nineteen rolls of packing tape. Two words. Framed Art.
April 1st, 2008 at 11:23 pm
there is a solidity in bubble wrap.
I sorta wish I could be there to help you wrap. And pop on occasion. Just to be wild.
April 2nd, 2008 at 12:11 am
Oh how I would love to have all your art.
April 2nd, 2008 at 12:19 am
i love jumping up and down on bubble wrap.
April 2nd, 2008 at 6:40 am
listen after you unpack, keep that bubble wrap. Wrap it around yourself and roll all over the place. Run and take a flying leap onto a carpeted surface. Listen to the glory of pop pop pop pop while you silently say Na na na na na to your old neighbors.
caveat: please be sure not to injure yourself in flying leapdom
April 2nd, 2008 at 8:38 am
do you think that flutter would still want all your art if she knew what a high percentage of it was pornographic?
April 2nd, 2008 at 9:57 am
mmm. same thing happened in our old neighborhood. People I couldn’t even place would pop out to tell us how much they were going to miss us and ask all our personal business. I think they really just admired my fancy French Poodle.
April 2nd, 2008 at 11:40 am
Methinks that younger brother don’t wanna!
April 2nd, 2008 at 12:42 pm
Can’t wait for you to be free of all the family drama that you are so close to right now…
April 3rd, 2008 at 12:49 am
Damn I wish I could help you pack. And that wouldn’t have a thing to do with the pornographic art. No siree.
I’m living vicariously through your escape.
April 3rd, 2008 at 10:18 pm
crazymumma, bubble wrap reminds of childhood. My dad used to save save it for us. Our cats don’t seem to like it much.
flutter, be careful what you wish for, as La Liv alluded, some of it isn’t fit for family programming. But the rest…is divine.
jen, you should try the really large bubble wrap with the 5/8″ bubbles.
Maggie, I was thinking of bubble wrapping the cats or maybe my realtors mailbox, you know, a s a gesture of appreciation.
liv, the pornographic stuff is actually under the Mister’s side of the bed and in his night stand. There is a difference, however slight.
De, I think you are on to something. For the record, I would have admired your French poodle before the little metal sign was staked in your yard.
meno, affirmative. He called Weds night to cancel Thurs appointment. He wants to stand around and say things need to be done, but he doesn’t have the cojones to them.
QT, I am so looking forward to fresh start, and yet I really hope things don’t get worse here because of our absence.
nancy, I’ll save you some bubble wrap, and I’ll make pornographic art more of a priority in the future.
April 7th, 2008 at 11:37 am
4 showings in two weeks is GREAT!!!!!!! Mine was only shown 5 times in 4 months and we finally ended getting a buyer. Good for you!
April 7th, 2008 at 2:35 pm
Diane Mandy, we were pleased with the public interest. It only takes one buyer, but traffic takes away from the feeling of inertia.
June 5th, 2008 at 9:10 pm
You’re moving? What? Yeah… weighing in late here.