We are exhausted as all get out, but the Husband and Cookie have made it through the move, the selling of the old house, the closing, etc., and so on.
Simply put, the next move out of this house is to either assisted living or the mortuary.
We are not doing this again.
Well maybe, if we win the lottery.
A really big lottery.
The people who bought the former Chateau Cookie have settled in. We were able to pass them our boxes, wrapping paper, etc., so at least the boxes were recycled.
The old house was listed for sale at noon on a Friday. By 3PM, it was sold. You read that right.
This is the second fast sale that we've had. One trip through the place and a young couple with lots of enthusiasm put in an offer on the spot.
Once the dust settled I kept checking the paper to make sure the property here transferred and there transferred as well.
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| Verily, Sweet Smoking Jesus Was looking out for us. |
And one day, Sweet Smoking Jesus, it was in. Officially, and for the nosey, the properties were listed in the daily paper as transferred.
We did have some bumps on our end. Like not being able to unpack as quickly as possible because "things" came up.
It seems that we have fallen into the trap of buying houses that are being sold by long-term residents who are elderly, and they overlook things. Like the body oil caught up in steam that sticks to the bathroom walls, and the crusted gunk that forms in the ovens and around the range. And then there is the water filter and charcoal air filter in the fridge that I dare not describe lest I incarnate a reunion of Kim and Aggie.
Needless to say for the last 12 weeks we've been busy. Very very busy.
Now I am back.
