We had a showing on the Grey Cottage today, after being gone from the wee hours till 9PM or so yesterday for Podcamp Cincinnati (which was fabulous, by the way.) After the last showing several weeks ago, I pretty much figured we wouldn’t get any more till after the first of the year, when impending income tax returns and the passing of the holiday season will coax people to start looking again.
So anyway, we spend the entire morning giving the house another good thorough cleaning, and doing the things you do when you’re trying to convince people that your home would be an idyllic, magical place to live. Chris cut the grass for probably the last time this year. I put cinnamon and vanilla extract on a foiled baking sheet in the oven on warm, to cover any smell of pug that my thorough cleaning hadn’t already eradicated.
Then we went to my sister’s house for my niece’s birthday party, and to wait out the showing. First thing after getting my tired body out of bed, I had gone to Wal-Mart for a gift for my niece and some cleaning supplies. On the way back, I couldn’t help but stop and peek in the windows of The House.
There’s a house for sale, in our price range, that I have sadly fallen in love with. When Chris and I had gone by to check it out before, I had the bizarre experience of seeing future family Christmases, complete with imaginary grandkids, in the living room as I peeped in from the front porch.
There are some distinct disadvantages to having an imagination like mine. It makes you fall in love with old houses that you can’t buy because they’re in foreclosure, and they won’t accept a first right of refusal, and you don’t have a single soul interested in making an offer on your current house. So you sigh every time you drive past the house you’ve fallen in love with, and somewhere in your head, your imaginary grandkids wave from the windows, and say “Come on, Grandma! You know you don’t have room for us to come visit in that house you’re living in now. We want to come here for Christmas. You know. Someday. When we exist in reality. And it’s Christmas time.”
So anyway, it’s 6:30 and after my brief moment of hope, I’m guessing the buyers aren’t interested in the Grey Cottage, so I started to cook.
It occurred to me as I was cleaning this morning that if you feel (accurately or not) that you always end up cleaning others’ messes, but never get to make any messes doing stuff you enjoy, it breeds resentment. So since I already resent the Grey Cottage for doing a poor job of seducing the buyers, I figure I need to make some messes. Eating something delicious might also help.
I’m making curried butternut squash soup and naan bread. Never tried either recipe before, so it might end up a mess in more ways than just the “flour all over the floor” sense. I’ll let you know.