NEED…….. SUNSHINE
I’m not even going to get into the lame-ness of the current weather here in Oregon. I’ll spare you how incredibly sick I am of the constant rain. I caught myself perusing the internet the other night for Hawaiian vacations. Even going as far as reserving flights and hotels. Just for the thrill of it. Having no intention on going, but just made me feel good to “book” the trip, minus the credit card. Pretty sad right?
My son Anders and I just flew to California last weekend for my cousin’s wedding. Just the two of us went. Hubby and Maggie stayed here and held down the homefront.. even tho’ I came home to a broken garbage disposal, a broken dishwasher, a burnt out electrical switch, feed-less chickens etc etc… Can I not go away from here without everything falling apart?? Brother!! Everything is fixed now. Eric thought that the scratch grains were the chicken feed. In other words, my chickens fed on candy for 4 days. Ate candy and drank mud for 4 days. I dunno.. it’s this weather. It’s really really really getting to me this year. Most of the time I can just see past it. Go on with my days and it doesn’t affect me. I’m pale man!! You look at the pictures of me and Anders at the wedding and you can totally tell we’re the Oregonians. All pastey white and sickly looking. ick.
We are also in the midst of trying to sell our other house. So don’t even get me started on the housing market and this crap economy. So the house doesn’t have a garage. Don’t people realize that when you don’t have a garage, you don’t collect needless crap? I have yet to drive down a residential street on a Saturday (when it’s sunny mind you) with people’s garage doors wide open, and see a garage that isn’t full of just pure crap. Garages are trash collectors. They turn you into a pack rat. Our new house has a two car garage,,, and I’m so thankful that it doesn’t face the street. It is a disgusting mess. These last couple weeks we’ve been entertaining prospective tenants. Handing out applications, going over there with 5 mins notice to show it to people. Funny story.. Yesterday I was over there showing it to this young couple. They had a small little girl,, maybe 3 years old, and the wife was obviously ready to have their 2nd child. So they walk around the house for awhile while I sat at the breakfast table facebooking on my iphone. And they get done going in and out of every bedroom several times. And the woman comes up to me and says,, “So what year was this house built?” I said, “We don’t really know the official year, but we know it was between 1900 and 1904.” And then she looks back out at the view and then back at me and says, “So… are you guys…. like the original owners?” I kind of looked away a little bit, as I couldn’t believe the question. Are we the original owners?? I felt like saying,, “Yep… and we built it with our bare hands!!” “Pretty cool huh? We did a good job right?”….. So then… it gets better. They are corralling their daughter as they were getting ready to leave and I asked them if they wanted to take home with them a rental application. And the guy says,, “Nah…. we’ve still got three months left on our current lease, and we’re just looking around West Linn, and wanted to see what the rental market was like on this side of town”………. PAUSE WHEN AGITATED. Didn’t he know that I had like one billion other things I could be doing? I guess we should edit our craigslist ad at the end and say “SERIOUS INQUIRIES ONLY… NO LOOKEY-LOUS”
Bottom line.. is that we’ve either got to sell it or get it rented because pulling two mortgages is getting tricky. Our last tenants tore the ass-end out of the house. We could have it rented already, but we are being wayyyyy cautious and very picky this time around. Not just going to take the first foot through the door like we did last time. It was really fun scrubbing dog poop stains off my deck…. Who lets their dog crap on their deck anyways?? Ewwwwwww Keith and Caroline… if you are reading this, I hope you bought your house that you moved into when you moved out of ours, as I wouldn’t wish you people as tenants to any other landlord in this entire universe. Thanks for leaving your dead Christmas tree in our yard full of ornaments and all the ash from the woodstove in the pea-gravel. And I think your dogs need a little less wet-food in their diet.
I’m just gonna quit writing now. This isn’t turning out to be a positive outlook sort of blog in any way, shape or form. I just believe that when you’re full of yucky, you gotta get the yucky out. I’ll save the big news that my husband is getting shipped off to the BP oil spill for two months for next time.