Okay, I give up now.
(I've been so busy getting the house ready that I've just now caught up the diary entries
since last Saturday. Sorry about that. I'll be glad to give everyone a full refund :)
Our realtor sent us a listing this morning of a large log cabin, way up high in Summit
Park - listed for 25K less than we plan to list our house.
Of course, there are things about this house that might discourage some buyers. For
one thing, the driveway is a little scary; in fact, this house was for sale when we bought
our house back in 1998, but we never actually looked at it, because Ethel was too scared
to make it up the driveway. And it is way high up - which gives it the best views, but it can
also mean that it takes a long time for the snowplows to get up there in the morning.
But all of that means nothing to me - if'n I were buying in Summit Park, I'd buy this house.
(Of course, I'd be single, since Ethel wouldn't be able to come home - she'd drive home
from work, look at the driveway, and go get a hotel room.)
So now I'm ready to throw in the towel; wave the white flag, cry "Uncle", holler "Calf Rope!"
If'n we're not gonna get what we want out of the house, then I don't want to waste a Utah
summer keeping the place ready to show and looking at homes that we're not gonna buy.
If it ain't easy, I don't wanna do it. Of course, just yesterday I was talking about how the
Mormons crossed the country pulling hand carts - but there is no religious persecution
driving me out of Summit Park.
Now, I'm willing to conjecture that my current state of mind might have something to do
with having spent the last three days in uninterrupted activities preparatory to putting
the house on the market; when I went to the gym this morning, my workout was shorter
than usual, because I realized near the end of it that I just didn't have anything to put into
it; sets that should have been 4 reps easy were 2 reps with that second rep taking All I
Had. So maybe I'm really tired, and maybe I shouldn't make any decisions when I feel
this bad, this discouraged, this
bleak and hopeless.
I've always heard that - that folks shouldn't make decisions when they are in emotional
distress. But the best decision I ever made - to the extent that I "made" it - I made exactly
1 day less than 20 years ago today - when I decided to fire my brain and live by the Big
Book of Alcoholics Anonymous. That was a decision that has worked out pretty darn good :)
So - I give up. I quit. Ethel, go get the stuff out of storage - I'm too tired. Is it bedtime yet?
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