We are giving up trying to sell this house ourselves. It is something we wanted to try and we knew that, at some point we'd engage a realtor if we didn't have a quick sale. We interviewed realtors. It was depressing. They all want us to lower the price, put a new roof on the house, redo the kitchen (not happening), change light fixtures, etc. etc. etc. It is looking like the money we were counting on for further remodeling the new house is dissolving before our eyes. Poof. Gone in the blink of a crappy housing market. So "bummed out" is the feeling I am fighting. I am venting here to get it out of my system.
Shit happens. So on to other things and repeating this mantra, "It's only money. It's only money." Not cancer, not heart disease, not homelessness, not an airplane falling out of the sky and killing 3 small children on vacation in a beach house and the two people in the plane—man, that one is the one that really makes me ashamed to complain about anything.
So onward and upward. I'm chugging water so I can go give blood. The Red Cross called to say they are short of my type. I am getting ready to go to Seattle on the train with my super buddies on Friday. We are going to the APNQ quilt show, where one of my quilts and one of Gerrie's will be on display. We will eat and walk and laugh inappropriately and probably say some snarky things about some of the quilts and we'll marvel at others and I hope we'll meet some other bloggers and internet acquaintences as we did two years ago.
And have I mentioned that I love my new house? It is so comfortable and the yard smells like Girl Scout camp and the kitchen is a joy to cook in. If we have to live with pig pink carpeting in the bedrooms a bit longer than we planned, oh well.
P.S. Did I ever show you the cool blogsite I created to try to sell the house? It has gotten a lot of good comments. Take a look before it's history : www.houseinportlandoregon.blogspot.com