No one will find this interesting…but I'm about to delve into a little cheese sandwich blogging. Work activities and house buying/selling responsibilities and fatherhood stuff have kept my mind occupied lately. Jamokerish thoughts have been put on the back burner. Being a good 'blog fairy' has been impossible. Keeping up with my Flickr contacts has fallen off. I miss the old routine. Too, I think I'm into the early stages of carpal tunnel. The clicking and scrolling for several hours a day has caught up to me…

Thursday and Friday were spent painting and hanging the kitchen cabinet doors. The project was started awhile ago by BetterHalf. But, up until the house went on the market, the project moved at a snail's pace. Since deciding to sell, we've been in overdrive to finish it. And with over thirty doors and drawers, we should have just paid someone to do it. (We did hire professional painters to do the outside of the house. It was money well spent.) But, we finished last night…actually it was early this morning…and it looks wonderful.

It was 'just in time' too. Today we had five showings. We'd had at least ten showings already, but today was the first day where everything was back together. The exterior paint was done in one day last week. The carpets were cleaned last week. The patch work for the St. Augustine grass in the yard was done (by us) last week. The clutter was put in storage (by us) last week. The caulk for the floor molding was finished (by us) last week. The touch up paint in the rest of the house was done (by us) last week. Everything else was ready last week. It was just those silly cabinet doors that were incomplete. And, feedback from a couple of those early showings included comments about the cabinet doors. So, today, we finally felt like we were officially on the market.

Showing a house is a pain. It's a pain because the house has to be spotless. Curly hairs in the bathroom are a no-no. Dog hair dust bunnies have to be eliminated. Dirty dishes can't sit in the sink. Toys strewn everywhere implies scandalous things. And, a single blade of uncut grass could knock ten grand off an offer.

Also, the showings always seem to happen at the most inconvenient times. During naps or mealtime, expect to get the call from the schedulers. When the grass needs mowed, expect to have not enough time to complete it correctly. When the last thing you want to do is go eat more fast food because there isn't enough time to cook and clean, expect to have to rush out of the house. But, you keep telling yourself it is absolutely worthwhile.

Today we had five showings. We left at nine this morning, had enough time to return for lunch, and then couldn't return until dinner. And, when we returned, the last visitor was still here. The LilOnes needed to potty. I needed a beer. The car was full of groceries. Everyone was tired of being in the car away from home all day. We didn't want to kick them out.

So, we hung out with the neighbors…

But, the last visitor was back for a second walk-through. Maybe this is the one we said? Maybe we'll get an offer? Maybe the "Sellers Disclosure" won't scare them off. Maybe they loved the cabinets…

Not bad for two weeks…

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