Still Here


I’m still here and have not committed myself or done anything stupid. Steve did some contract work today so we got a little cash. And 417 wants two articles in September so that’s something. We’re both still very optimistic that this jobless interlude is almost over.

A couple came by and looked at our house today. Remember how I mentioned we weren’t taking it off the market? Well, talk got serious and they wanted to know how much we needed for Escrow, told us they wanted to close soon, that they had been pre-approved and basically loved the house as-is. Another sign? Maybe. Then we chatted with Duane and Prudy who both said, “SELL!” Their philosophy is that if there’s a buyer we should just sell the darned thing and things would work out. After all, we can always live in their basement. But where would our kitties live? Too much to think about tonight. I guess I’ll sleep on it and see how I feel in the morning. Thoughts anyone?



We Interrupt This Program…


Our life got a rude interruption on Tuesday. Steve lost his job. The owner decided he didn’t want to be a business owner any more and shut down the Springfield office. Steve received pay for the time he’d worked and two weeks’ of vacation pay. That’s it. I spent 24 hours in shock and Steve launched in to “get a job” mode. My first instinct is survival and to figure out what we could sell to get some money coming in. Steve said not to do anything drastic until Monday. As of yesterday (less than 24 hours later), two serious job possibilities had been presented. Word is out that Steve’s looking and both of these companies are interested in him.

I know God has a plan. I know things work for a reason. I don’t know the answer and I don’t know what lies ahead. I’d like to believe that all will work out and something better is out there. If I start thinking the worst, I’ll go crazy. 

The hardest part of this, for me, is accepting things from people. I’m great at giving. Lose your job/house/car? I’ll help. Need a place to stay or a meal? Call me. But if it’s me needing the same I have trouble accepting it. Yesterday, I walked into the gym thinking a workout would do me good, but I ended up in tears before I got there. I walked in and Pavel said, “Are you crying?!” I explained the situation and immediately he said I could keep working out for free and he’d call it “depression therapy.” Then he called John (a regular) over and they started brainstorming contacts and companies. It’s obvious I’m blessed with so many good friends. Last night, Duane and Prudy treated us to a very nice dinner and said if our house sells we can just put everything in storage and live in their basement (which is almost bigger than our house). They were serious.

Yes, this situation sucks and I’m a mess, but I have a weird calmness about me that it will all work out. Our house is still on the market because Steve believes we should just go about our regular business. It’s forcing me to take stock of what’s really important, to reassess my spending habits and to thank God daily for the blessings I have.



Page 67


Here are pictures of the updated bathroom, what I like to call “Page 67.” Please note, items L and O are currently on backorder and will be available for shipping after 9/01/08. Ok, enough dumping on Pottery Barn. Actually, it’s not all bad, it’s just that I really liked the funkiness of my old bathroom and this one feels too generic for my taste. That’s ok because I’m all about selling this baby and moving. Yesterday, a couple looked at the house and declared I had fantastic taste. Well, I think so, but that’s just my opinion!



Pottery Barf


The bathroom is done! The tile looks amazing and Steve and I both commented that it was something we should have done years ago. To save money and time, we opted to put wainscoating on the walls to cover the design work that Mary had done years ago. I loved the pattern but we had to think about what a potential buyer would like and a simple, clean bathroom seemed like the answer. Problem is that it now looks like a page out of Pottery Barn - ick. I don’t like the pale green color, but we’d used it as trim before and I didn’t want to repaint the entire bathroom. Sure, everything looks really clean and nice, but it’s not my style. Hopefully, it will appeal to the masses and we can sell this baby soon!



So Close and Yet So Far


The house is coming together S-L-O-W-L-Y. It seems like we’ve hit a wall and nothing is getting done although it really is. Pavel started on the bathroom Tuesday and it’s looking great. One wall of tile is done and I’m really excited about how nice it looks. Steve wanted to put the “For Sale” sign in the yard last night and I let him, but now I’m reconsidering. We still have some outside cleaning to do, the front porch has the tiling crap on it and we need to weed. His philosophy is to get the sign out and see if anyone bites. My thoughts are to wait until it’s perfect so no one is put off by the mess. I guess there’s logic to both sides. Oh well, it’s there now so I might as well clean up what I can and make the best of it.

The inside looks great except for the bathroom mess. Steve brought home a new microwave that’s about half the size of our old one so we now have more counter space. The absence of furniture and all my magazine racks makes all the rooms look larger so I’m hoping that nobody realizes the house has only about 1,000 square feet of living space!

This house has been perfect for us and I’ve really loved living here. Sure, it’s small and has it’s share of problems (hey it is 60 years old), but it’s been a great house. If things don’t work out and we stay here another year or two, that will be fine, but I’m ready to leave. I’ve made my peace with the fact that the next owner might not love the orange wall in the living room or want the black and white floor in the kitchen. I can even accept the fact it might end up being rented to college kids. My sights are set on a contemporary 1973 home and I’m not looking back!



Let’s Get Ready to Rumble


Word from our realtor is that another couple looked at OUR HOUSE (the one we don’t have yet) and are interested. Grrr. However, they are in the same boat as we are in that they also have to sell their house before making an offer. Now it’s a race to see who can sell their house first and get the cool 1973 contemporary pad. Unfortunately, the other couple is ahead of us in that their house is already listed and we’re still a few days away from signage. It’s been a long, hot weekend here, but progress has been made. The upstairs looks great and just needs a good cleaning to be ready (well, that and the bathroom tile). The basement is getting there as far as organization. I packed more boxes today (where did this crap come from?!) and rearranged the middle section so the basement looks more spacious. Steve’s working outside (ick) in the garage to organize all the junk we threw in there. Technically we have a 2-car garage but we use the second side for excessive junk storage so he’s cleaning it out so we can get the other car in there.

Next up is weeding and mulching so the house has terrific curb appeal. We’re still working on the areas of the house where paint is peeling, but we’ll be doing that after we put up the signs. I think we need to get the signs in the yard ASAP and keep working so we can generate interest. Now’s the time I wish we had a brick home!!!



Still Standing


I’m still here despite excessive exhaustion. This week I’ve either been at work or at home working. On top of all my packing, Pavel decided to change my workout routine and has challenged me so much I wake up sore every day. No pain, no gain I guess. Yesterday, I packed up the rest of the kitchen and rearranged things to make it look larger. Today Steve and I are working on the leftover bits around the house. Then we’ll work on the basement to clean up all the crap left over in the middle of the floor. We’ll make another trip to the storage unit (which is filling rapidly) and fix dinner for Matt and Sarah who are graciously letting up store clothes and shoes at their house.

Pavel comes on Monday to start the bathroom tiling, the signs should be done by mid-week and we’ll be ready to put this baby on the market. So far, three people have expressed interest and want to see it when it’s ready to sell so that’s a positive note. Wish us luck! I still have my heart set on the other house so we need to sell this baby fast so we can move into our killer 1970s pad! I’m not going to post pictures of it until we’re under contract because, well you just never know what could happen and I don’t want to be unrealistic. Never mind I’ve already mentally moved in, decorated it, and had two parties.



You Gotta Have Friends


I’m a very independent person who rarely asks for help. I blame my parents for raising me that way (kidding!). Anyway, I knew that Steve and I could not haul all the stuff we had boxed to the storage facility ourselves, so I set aside my independent pride and asked for help. Kevin arrived after work and started helping me move crap in the garage so we could get to the three chairs stored in the back. He also started hauling up boxes from the basement. Mom and Burl arrived with the truck and trailer and helped load boxes. We started an assembly line going out the back door so nobody had to haul everything up and down the stairs. Within an hour we had the entire truck and trailer filled and it only took us 20 minutes to unload it at the storage unit.

Matt and Sarah Kerner offered their spare rooms for additional storage which meant I could safely store my clothes and shoes in a climate controlled room. Thank you! It’s amazing to me how many people are willing to give their energy and time to help us achieve our goals. Thank you everyone for your help. I’m sure we’ll need more help before it’s all over, but you can bet we’ll reciprocate! I’m sure we’ll have a huge “thank you” party at the new house.



I Won’t Back Down


The offer on the house was flatly refused. The owner said he wasn’t interested in negotiating unless we had an offer on our house. So I guess he wants us as his mercy? Sounds like he doesn’t need the money and he thinks his house is worth much more than the market. Still, I can’t shake the feeling that this is our house. I just keep thinking about how it’s been on the market for three months, had no offers except ours, is empty, the owner lives in another state and is a unique enough house to appeal to a very small selection of buyers.

We’re planning ahead. Tonight Steve and I took two carloads of stuff to the storage unit and are going to finish loading up what we’ve packed tomorrow night. Pavel comes on Thursday to start working on the bathroom tile and we’re hoping to have our house ready for a sign in about 7-10 days. Like I stated before, we’ve already had one phone call so we’re spreading the word. Worse case scenario is that the other house goes under contract before ours and we lose it. I know, I know there are other houses, but this is the one I’m willing to work for. Keep us in your thoughts and prayers! I do believe everything happens for a reason so if this one should somehow completely fall through I’m sure there’s a good reason for it.



Dare I Dream?


A couple of months ago, Steve and I found what we thought was a perfect house. Unfortunately, we waited too long to make an offer and we lost out. Since that time, we’ve been working on cleaning up our house and making plans to get some small remodeling projects done to make our house more attractive in a sluggish market. I really didn’t think we’d be moving. Really. Then Steve stumbled on a house last Saturday that intrigued us both. I called our friend and agent, Mike, and told him we wanted to see it. We went over Sunday night and the wheels started rolling. I loved so many things about it, but was still holding back because I was scared of the market, of selling our house for what we needed, of moving, of, well, everything. We thought about it. Then we talked about it. We went back and took pictures and talked some more.

Now we’re making an offer and our house will have a “for sale” sign in the yard next week.

I’m trying to be realistic knowing that the market is so soft and we might not get what we need for this one to make all the ends meet. We don’t have a cushion for this, so it might all fall through but it feels so right. When I think about the house and where things would go, it all seems effortless. When I think about the lifestyle Steve and I have and how much we love to entertain I can actually see the parties unfolding. I even have a space for my studio which is crucial in a move. Still, I must keep my emotions in check because if we lose this it’s not the end of the world. I do love my little bungalow and will stay here for another year or so if this isn’t right. But, I’ll be disappointed and yes, a little pissed.