Yesterday, after the housekeeper left my aunt and uncle came for coffee. We had such a wonderful visit as usual. I just love them. They are from Alberta and we got into some lovely heated conversation about pipe lines crossing through BC etc. Awesome! I learned lots.
Today I packed and organized a bit more. But I have to keep going into the garage and really, I think for the first time in my life I am totally at a loss on how to even start out there. I keep going out there into the middle of all the bedlam and chaos and start looking and seriously? I just give up and go back into the house.
I remember doing the same thing with my walk in closet in our house on 12th street in 2003. Over and over I did that. It was so packed you couldn't get in. Shameful and the last time I did that I cried. And the next night the house burnt down and took care of that for me. Just one of life's little gifts. Now if the garage burns down in the next day or two, I am going on record here to say I am NOT planning for it to burn down.
I have mentioned Monte's awesome friend Pat in Port Alberni. He lives across the street and has been such a reliable friend and helper for Monte. And…he simply knows everybody in that town. I sincerely want to get rid of that house. It is costing way too much and when Monte moves the fire insurance will go up exponentially.
So….I offered him five grand to find me someone. And holy crap he has had a steady stream of potential peeps through! Mind you I am selling for so cheap its going to upset the comp market! And tonight we hit paydirt. Someone has the downpmt all ready, a big one, and I don't mind holding the paper on it. I will get a nice pmt each month and will not have to worry about taxes, utilities, insurance, etc…and paying Pat is way cheaper than paying a real estate guy. So its a win win all the way around. Now I just have to make it happen! ARYN!!!!!!!!!!
Today, no matter what food I thought of it just didn't appeal to me. Not even tomato soup or balogna. I even have mushy white bread from Cobbs. So all I ate was a jar of these awesome pickles from Germany and about five apples. Sooo good! I love apples. And I love pickles. Okay how can you tell its late. I am rambling. Love y'all and g'nite. TTYL
Glad you found a buyer! :)
ReplyDeleteIf you need help with your garage let me know... I have a hockey game next weekend but after that February's pretty open, id be happy to lend a hand.