Musings by the Hairslave

Well, it’s been a little over 5 weeks, and the house is still on the market.

I was getting discouraged for a while, but we actually have a couple who may make an offer.  We think it’s going to be way too low, but at least we know what type of buyer we appeal to now!

Honestly, I’m loving the house being ready to show at a moments notice.  I’m such a neat freak I’m enjoying my house more while we are selling it than the last 16 years we’ve been here!  Don’t get me wrong, I love the house, and the memories.  Great Christmases,

the garden in spring,

weddings,

and many happy times

but the truth of the matter is…

I don’t have to nag!  It’s awesome!  I know I’m using a lot of exclamation points, but I really mean it!  For the first time in the the 26 years I’ve lived with someone (other than my parents, talk about neat freaks), I have a constantly clean house!

You have to understand, my ex-wife, whom I love like a sister, is a slob.  There is no other way to put it.  A slob.  Great cook, wonderful mother, lover of all things nature, but a slob.  We got along great for 10 years.  The only thing we ever fought about was slobby-ness.  Pete is not a slob, but he’s only human (which he probably wouldn’t say about me).  He has a couple of gifts though.  The first one is his absolute absence of ego.  He will make a complete fool of himself quite comfortably.  It’s truly awe inspiring.  It is his greatest gift, because it makes him the most gifted of teachers, and, I believe, the gifted conductor he is.  His other gift is the rather useless gift of disappearing objects.  I don’t say losing things, because his gift goes way beyond that.  He can actually cause an object to transport to a completely different part of the house.  I’ve seen it.  One of his lesser gifts, however, is the ability to explode upon entrance of the house.  The house can be immaculate, and within exactly two seconds the front room is a disaster.  It follows him through the house.  Luckily I love him, and he will clean when I ask, and spontaneously, and well!

Now, however, it is wonderfully tidy, and even chic!  I was worried at first that the house wasn’t selling, and maybe we needed to change it to get people interested.  Not so much any longer.  I love my house!  I love hanging out in the rooms out of a magazine.

I know eventually reality will win out.  The house will sell, and we will move, and then we won’t have a house on the market, nor out of a magazine.  I’ll still love my home though.  In the end it really matters more who’s in it, not what’s in it…