Slow Showing....
When you begin the process of downsizing, and put your house on the market, you are suppose to be excited about showing the house and anxiously awaiting the first offer. I haven't been excited one bit since the sign went in the ground. I am by nature a very loving and thankful person, but I hate this whole process. I don't want to live in this big house anymore and I don't want to move to a smaller one. I just want to be left the heck alone. Preacher's Wife got the house ready to show almost immediately. What I didn't realize was that every hour of the day you have to keep the house ready to show. I feel like the KGB moved in. Everywhere I turn, or sit, or stand I feel there are hundreds of eyes on me. She is not the vocal kind of gal who says a lot, she just shakes her head meaning I am to remain seated or keep moving. It seems to be about sitting and waiting and not touching anything. This past week has been slow going or shall I say slow showing. It has been rainy and cold and no one seems interested in a house. But none the less the house has had to remain ready to show. If I had hair, I would pull it out.




















