A Saturday morning where you find yourself humming the lyrics “I fall to pieces” as you brush your teeth, is obviously a day on the edge.
That was how the day started for me. We were down for an open house showing by our realtor. It was timed for just 45 minutes from 12 noon to 12.45, but of course the pressure was on to transform the Flamingo Dancer abode. Just what I love to do, first thing on a Saturday morning, especially after the very busy week I had at school, but that is life.
I pushed through with the last minute stuff as much as possible on Friday night, but was still up at 6.30 to tweak everything. Mr FD had a more substantial list to complete, but somehow even he got everything under control eventually.
Supermarket opening time saw me buying bunches of flowers – roses for the ensuite, carnations and diosma for the living room, and a mixed bunch of lilies for our kitchen. I even had croissants artfully arranged on a bread board. Am I manipulative, or am I manipulative; going for the emotive vein?
We left as the realtor arrived and went to a nearby restaurant for lunch. I brooked no excuse from Son and insisted that he lunch with us – something he will only do under extreme threat and sufferance. Apparently he feels that we socially embarrass him by exhibiting unpredictable and often rather eccentric behaviour on a regular basis. Ungrateful spawn.
We were back home soon after the end of viewing, but already the realtor had moved onto the next house on his schedule. He left a written report, and two bottles of water (?) bearing their logo. Two couples had viewed the house.
One commented that the house was too big for them (one of our reasons for moving now that we have only Son) and the others had only just started their house hunt and may return. In our price bracket I think that is about as good as one can expect.
We three were so exhausted from the effort of turning our castle into a palace, or a sow’s ear into a silk purse, whichever view you wish to take, and our tummies so full of food, that we all tumbled into bed and slept the afternoon away. I was heavily into a dream about mind control when I woke at 5pm!
Mr FD and the realtor are making noises about a repeat next week. I may be doing a little more than just humming a few bars by then.