Two Down….Two to Go

The last few weeks have been glorious here in good old, fly-over land. Sunny, dry, with a nice breeze (and, okay, an odd 95-degree heat surge here and there…and only when Lumpy wants to run).

My hip is crap (still) and I’m hoping it gets better.  Instead, I’ve been spending the last two weeks sweeping, sitting around in fast food places and parks, taking out countless bags of garbage and Windexing the kitchen….Why? you ask?

That’s why.  Six days on the market, 37 showings, one open house, 3 offers and finally….sold.   I know….such a weenie. People have their houses on the market for years, and I’m whining about a mere week.

You’re talking to a person who would rather have a root canal than vacuum. We had to empty the house of half of our belongings, buy a smaller bed, get rid of  all of the rugs, bookcases, photos, knick-knacks, anything of value (sentimental or monetary) and then leave the house from 8 a.m. to 10 p.m., because people wanted to walk through and wonder at its smallness. “How many people live  here? Two?? Yer kidding!” “This is it?” “You call that a bathroom?”

Boyfriend Fattie spent so may evenings sitting at the neighborhood park that the local Mom’s put out a “pervert alert.”

Sigh. I started the spring with four goals: run the Get in Gear (done); sell my house (done); teach a programing class in India for a month (leaving in 36 hours); and finally find a new place to live and move into a house that I have only dreamed of (to come).

I leave for Chennai (Madras) the morning after Memorial Day on a 30-hour flight (economy please!) and all I want to do is stay here and bask in the spring that can only come to Minnesota. Everything’s green, the kids are out playing on the lawn, everyone’s smiling, the dogs are happy and I’ll be sweating in 100+ degrees. It’s only for a month. I’ll miss watching  everyone in the marathon, too, which sucks!

Oh well.  It’s not our house anymore and we’re back to being slobs. It can’t be all that bad.