4:30 - We (us, Joanne and Cedric) sit at the realtors office for 2 hours while my realtor yells at people at the title company, and my finance dipstick. While she is yelling, Joanne and I decide to write a contract. We rentthe house until Tuesday for $25 a day and give my finance and title folks time to get it together. While Sherri (our realtor) is yelling at the title folks, our finace guru calls Mrs. AW's cell. She starts crying. I take the phone away and explain to Patrick, in much more colorful language than I will put here, that I have had 6 heart attacks, if this causes number 7, he better pray I die or otherwise I'm driving to Pittsburg to his office.....and it won't be to shake his hand. Sherri hangs up, we show her the promisary note and the check for a hundred.....she says good to go, I've been assured that we will close on Monday at 11:00.
Saturday and Sunday - We're a blur of cleaning and emptying boxes and puting stuff away. If you ever need to clean really, really, REALLY nasty floors...I would like to recommend "Greased Lightning" and a green scrubby pad...and a butt-ton of elbow grease. We don't stick to the kitchen floors when we walk on them anymore
The kitchen, bedrooms and bathrooms get cleaned withing an inch of their lives. One more note about "greased lightning", wear rubber gloves, have decent ventilation, and wash once, rinse twice
Sunday we went to Lowes (a major home improvements store) and bought a large lawn tractor...I'm gonna cut some grass come Thursday when its delivered.
Monday - We continued the same...except we moved to the basement. About 10:30 we're informed closing been pushed to Tuesday at 10:00.
Tuesday - We're pretty much done with all things large, so it's off to Lowes for curtain rods, blinds, some paint colors, a huge new pantry cabinet for Mrs. AW (like the 15 cabinets we have, and the small pantry isn't enough already). At 9:30, Sherri calls...guess what, closing's been put off until Wednesday at 11:00...but this is firm now (LOL). I call the boss...beg for another day off. He said no. I point out to him that Patrick, the finance guy, was recommended by him, and if he was any good I would have closed the week before. He gave me the day off with pay
Wednesday - We became homeowners, well, us and the bank.
Saturday - Mrs. AW walked into the bedroom while I was getting dressed, and handed me a flyer for the Humane Society...she said "finish up, we're going to get a dog". Her name is Tiffany, she's 2 years old, a Coon Hound-Shepard mix who is a bit underweight for the moment, and she like sleeping on the bed between us (we took a nap today). She doesn't like her kennel at all, and Mrs. AW is hellbent on making the spare bedroom hers...after all, it has a queensize bed already.
So, that's it so far. Yes, I will take pics of Tiffany, and stuff as we do it to the house. My "honey-Do" list lengthens daily....wish me luck.
By the way Eudelphia, I never turn down the offer of a prayer.