I realized 2 weeks ago that my camera is missing. It is usually in my purse, my hand, the hutch or on the dining room table. I know I didn't take pictures at Christmas because of all the tension between dgds15. I can't remember if I had it out and didn't use it or if it was missing then. I have dug thru all kinds of things looking for it. It has really depressed me and I keep telling myself that it is not the end of the world. In fact, I don't care about the camera but sure would like the do-dad and I can't remember what it's called that had the pictures on it.
Today I pretty much finished unpacking the sunroom. I have a stack of broke down boxes to take to the other house. If whoever buys the house wants them, they can have them. If they don't want or need them, I will haul them to the recycle place. Then I have a pile of things to recycle, plus a pile of smaller boxes and packing supplies to use when I pack the wall stuff at the other house.
That lady called again yesterday and told me that they have looked at other houses and ours is the only one that will work for them. She said that she had $10000.00 coming. She called today and said they would meet with us whenever????? They don't seem to grasp that we need a contract. Then she asked to see it again because her dh told her that she just ran thru it the first time. Then she said that her dm was so excited for her to have a house and wants the aunts and uncles that are coming next week to see it. They are in their 80's and 90's. She isn't as old as I thought. She wanted to know if they could borrow a key for the day.
I asked her if they had a contract on their house yet and she said no but it is a done deal. Then I asked about the bank and she said they weren't going that way. By then I was ready to start banging my head on the wall. Both dds reminded that this is what happens when you try to sell it yourself.Guess I better head to bed................
