The Incorrigible Night Owl

Prior to this week it had been at least four weeks since any realtor had come to show our house. This was not entirely unexpected, as I don’t know that many people go house-shopping immediately prior to Christmas.
On Wednesday our realtor called to discuss lowering the asking price. I had no qualms about teling him to do so, as I had thought his intial suggestion was too high in the first place. Being that it is, technically, my house (check the deed), and also because Robert isn’t the boss of me, I told the realtor on the spot to go ahead and bring the price down.
The very next day, Thursday, I got a call in the morning that someone wanted to show the house at 2:00. I tore through the place like a poodle on espresso for three hours, getting it ready. An hour after I got back in the house following the showing the phone rang again. Someone was wanting to come this morning at 10. No problem! The house was already clean so the kids and I took to the streets while the people looked around. We had literally just gotten back and I had the key in the door when the phone started ringing again. It was our realtor. There was another realtor who happened to be just up the street and was wanting to stop by. So we were off on another walk again. When we got back I checked my messages and there was yet another message from our guy’s office that still MORE people wanted to come at 3:00 this afternoon!
I don’t know what it is; whether it was the lowering of the price (we only brought it down by $3k but it put it into an entirely different price bracket) or whether it is that people were waiting till after Christmas to house-shop – or a combination of both, but I have renewed (though still cautious) optimism about the whole situation. We haven’t even buried the St. Joseph statue yet. We have one on order and it will probably arrive next week. So we have the warm bodies and we will soon have a little divine intervention. Perhaps the end is in sight!