Middle of the night
Mood: Cruisy
Listening to: Silence
It seems that if I have a wine or two or three early in the evening, I wake up in the middle of the night bright and refreshed, ready to go.... trouble is, by the time it is time to be bright and refreshed and ready to go for real, I'm snoring in the depths again!
It's all happening in this joint - the house has been "on the market" for what? two weeks? and we've just heard from the real estate agent that she's received an offer for it and will bring a contract round for us to look at tomorrow. Er, hang on a minute, nobody's been through! Seems the prosepective buyer likes the street and saw the house on the website (there is only one photo there, an outside shot). How bizarre is that?
I'm really not into sell mode - the place, to outside eyes, is a bit of a bomb site, although I look at it as well-lived in. I am gradually beginning to get myself into tidy mode but have the huge obstacle of sentimentality to get over. If left alone I think I could conquer this but not quickly - but to do it in a short time frame worries me to say the least.
If we did negotiate a sale from this offer, there would have to be certain stipulations: for a start, there's no way we could move within two months. Problem A being hubby is due in hospital in a fortnight and will take at least a month before he's up to anything physical (and moving must be counted as physical!) and Problem B is a lack of anywhere to move to. Minor details lol. Minor like Mt Everest probably.
I have a theory. We're in a seven year cycle. 1999 saw us coping with not one, not two but five major - and I do mean major - events, and went down in history as our annus horribulus (excuse me, your majesty). Now we are doing multiple major life events again! Please, please let it stop at two.
Number two son cracked me up the other night. He was complaining of sore feet, red bumps on his toes that really hurt. This is the kid that has worn Roman sandals right through winter rather than shoes and socks so what's your diagnosis? Yep, same as mine, chilblains. What made me laugh was that he thought he'd got blisters and had tried to pop them (no wonder his feet are sore), and that he's never heard of chilblains. You should have seen his face when I told him the folklore cure! No, he didn't try it. Didn't believe me either and it didn't help when I said "Try Google, it'll back me up" and it didn't! He's going tramping tomorrow, up to Rangi Hut where there will probably be snow. Rest assured he won't be in Roman sandals.
Have to work tomorrow. It's not often I work on a Saturday so I don't really mind but on the other hand it would be a good to have time at home tidying, sorting and chucking out. Never mind, there's always Sunday.
Cheers,
Jaybee
