I think I sold my house. I have been in such a whirlwind of activity this last month, most of it much too physical for a genteel widow of my declining years, that the actual reason (selling the house for as many buckets of money as possible) kept fading from view. Over and over, I would just be in the midst of so many simultaneous crises that trying to keep them all from collapsing seemed to be the ultimate goal.

Extra muscle pussy because it’s kind of a long post without much beefcake and so I decided to toss in a little extraneous This Season’s Fashion in Towels. You’re welcome.
So today, when Wendy, my realtor, called with this offer and strongly urged me to go with it, I was sort of surprised. Oh. Right. Sell the house. It’s on my list.
And even though all this crazy, complicatedly synchronized knife juggling has been furiously paced (We’ve only been doing this for a little over a month) this REALLY seemed to have just appeared out of the thinnest of airs. Three open houses over four days. I am, most assuredly, not complaining. I am just sort of stunned. I never even had time to bury a statue of Saint Joseph upside down in the backyard. For those of you trying to pass off your dog of a house to some unsuspecting sucker, the fabulously straight forward named Discount Catholic Products, for all them Discount Catholics, offers a whole Saint Joseph kit to help you slip that troublesome radiation leak in the basement past your potential buyers. I was going to include a link, but the URL was so long and looked so very much like some Ukranian scam, I decided to spare all of you its potential bad juju.
Of course, there’s many a slip etc., etc., etc., but at least it’s in the cup and headed in the general direction of my lips. I am concentrating on thinking positive thoughts. Those of you still capable of thinking, please join me.
Oh, Saint Jospeh, pray for us sinners now and at the moment of closing.

Kneeling at the altar. Haven’t we all been there? Saint Joseph is also the patron of Families, so when you fervently, but silently, ask “Get Aunt Winnie and the girl from accounting she wants to set me up with off my back,” you are praying to St. Joseph. Bless.
HONEY!!!! All appendages crossed. And do keep me posted. And say “hey” to Wendy for me.
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Apparently Wendy knows what she’s doing. That would explain the expensive taste in eyewears,
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Whirlwind? Dorothy and Toto had a whirlwind. You’ve had a turbo-charged Osterizer set to “puree”! Now THIS??!??? Somehow, you’re living right, you old miscreant. Here’s hoping all goes smoothly and the buyer doesn’t meet your neighbor Mr. LePew until after the closing!
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I do feel rather like a margarita.
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That would be lovely news if you sold the house so quick….and wouldn’t surprise me one bit. On a side note, when I looked at renting this pied Dr Terre, the bottom picture is what my landlord did for me to see the deal.
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So what did you do for a deposit?
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I took the video tour and your house showed MAGNIFICENTLY! Not surprised you’ve received an offer, sugar! Good Luck, Best Wishes, Mazel tov, Mabrouk! xox
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Thanks, I thought the stager guy did a good job, especially since some of it he was finishing as the photographer was shooting.
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Hope you’re getting the two mil you asked for!
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It’s San Francisco. Two is easy. There are parking spots that go for that.
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