And, I got feedback from yesterday’s viewers; it seems despite the screen door issues, they managed to get in, and either did not notice the egregious mildew spot or were too polite to mention it.
I was told, “Property shows great, is somewhat overpriced, buyers really want a garage. Thought maybe they’d love the house enough to give that up, but no luck. Showed great though, and is a lovely home with nice flow and room sizes. Third floor bath is a huge plus.”
Well that’s all good (except for the price comment, and that’s to be expected), so I’m pleased. I, too, wish they loved it enough to overlook the lack of garage. I love it just a hair short of enough to continue to overlook that, hence the “For Sale” sign.
This Sunday, I’ve an early afternoon showing, then an open house from 1-3 p.m. I’m not too concerned about the individual showing(s), but I am fearful at the thought of having a bunch of people traipsing unaccompanied through the house.
I worry about stupid things (a list which now includes door handles inexplicably falling off) such as inadvertent (or malicious) coffee spills on the new carpet, muddy footprints on my freshly cleaned floors and my smoothing plane walking away (despite having been tucked away in my tool chest). I know these are ridiculous fears, but knowing that doesn’t help to alleviate them.
Of more concern is that of my 2.75* cats, only one can handle the influx of strangers (and he’s likely to see an open door as an invitation to saunter outside while no one is looking); the other 1.75 are likely to cower in fear for days to come (and possibly to pee everywhere).
But I’ve got to get this place sold…in large part because the thought of having to keep it neat and sparkling clean for any extended time period is anathema. More important, however, is that I’ve made an offer on another house, and we’re in the negotiation phase. While I’m loathe to jinx things by even mentioning it, it seems possible that, against expectations, it may actually work out…assuming I get an acceptable offer here. (No pictures or more on that front until/unless it’s a done deal, though. And just in case, I’m still staking out a comfy overpass).
*One of my cats, Possum, has only three legs; he’s the .75.