September 20th, 2004

kissypunkpirate

Arrr, today has been a good day.

I listed the house in the paper yesterday and today with excellent marketing copy, including a pretty nifty website.

Total calls from the paper: 0

Last night, M and I went out for drinks. When I got home, I puttered around on the computer for a bit. At 3-4 am I realized something: the lower half of my street is one-way Sundays because there's a church at the end of the street. It seemed likely to me that some folk might drive down my street Sundays to get to chuch (I'm brilliant, I know-- especially at 4 am). So I decided to put out my "House for Sale by Owner" sign.*

Today's calls from the sign: 3

Afaict, they were all Guianese.** Nobody seemed interested when they heard the price (which was a little odd, I'll admit-- the price, not that nobody seemed interested).

I was getting ready to head out and pick up Michele to work on sorting out the attic (with a quick stop by the office to phone a coworker and print up some brochures (my printer had run out of ink)) when I decided that the dead plants hanging from the porch simply had to go. I grabbed a garbage bag and had just started dumping dirt when a minivan pulled up.

"Hey-- this house-- it's for sale?" a kind-faced Guianese lady called from the passenger's side window.

"Why, yes, yes it is" I replied.

"How much?"

I flashed back to the morning's phone conversations, and replied with a more conventional price point, about $2k less than the amount listed in the paper.

"You the owner? Can we see it?" she asked.

"I'm the owner, but I was just on my way out-- would you like to make an appointment for later this afternoon?" I responded.

"Well, we won't be here much longer... We're from Queens. Maybe a quick look?"

"Uhm.... sure! As long as you don't mind that a couple rooms are rather messy-- I wasn't quite expecting to show it right now."

They didn't mind at all.

Lovely family. Oscar (his Americanized name-- he told me his true name in Guianese, but I had difficulty wrapping my mind, and my tongue, around it), his wife, Anita, and their young daughter Kimberly (who is, apparently, afraid of everything).

I showed them the house, messiness and all, and they seemed terribly impressed.

When we got back downstairs, he said a number that was another $2.9 less than the amount I gave them. I said I could do $1k higher.

Which would still give me a sweet profit on the house, and give them a good bargain as well.

They shall call me tomorrow.

We shall see, we shall see. I will accept any resulting fiscal arrangements (should they come) as third-party verification of the Universe smiling upon Paul and me.

It would be Just Too Funny if this serendipitous drive-by showing (my first!) turned out to be It.

I'd be so thrilled if they bought it! Not just because it would get me back with my guys that much quicker, but because they struck me as Really Wonderful People, and I think they'd be very happy here. I've an emotional attachment to this place, and really hope that whoever buys it loves it as much as I do.

Think good thoughts in their direction, k? Mine, too, please :)

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I don't like to tempt fate, so I printed off brochures at the office anyway, and stuck a few into the info box on the sign. They're pretty awesome looking, if I do say so myself! One's gone already, so that's a good sign, eh? ;)

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Michele made me lunch today: toasted gouda sandwiches on sourdough, tea, banana bread, and a simply amazing soup. Then we came back here and tackled the attic for a couple of hours, and had a glass of wine afterward while she reorganized parts of my kitchen. I'm so lucky to be her friend... I don't know what I'll do without her.

If Paul and I decide to stay in G-ville for more than a couple years, I may have to entice her down there to live.

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The days and nights are getting very much colder. I'm shivering even now. I should have my garage sale next weekend-- the following weekend at the latest. Heaven help me!

Hi. My name is Ldy, and I am a packrat.

Already, I am finding the process both painful and freeing.

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Paul's on his way from Japan to Taiwan as I write this. I can hardly believe I haven't seen him since June.

My faith may have been shakey for awhile, but it's strong now.

"Wow. You're really turning your life upside down for me, aren't you" he stated, deadpan on the phone an hour or two ago.

"Yes, I am."

"I'd better be worth it, hadn't I."

"Yes, you had."

"Ok :)"***

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I'm going to bed, where I'll read some Lemony Snicket, and drift into dreams.

Hope you are all well and happy.

So many hugs to you all (regardless of whether you need 'em or want 'em, or are a slow runner).

* Considering the lateness of the hour, my penmanship really wasn't all too bad. Considering.
** Not that it matters-- it's just interesting :)
** Don't ask me how he emoticonned over the phone with a sideways happiface from halfway across the world. He just did. It's entirely possible he said "Ok ^_^" and I just lost something in the translation, though.
**** Yesterday was Talk Like a Pirate Day, me hearties. But every day is Talk Like a Pirate Day for me :)
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