Desperate times call for desperate measures!!!
30 July 2007 | Traverse City, MI/ Bahia del Sol, El Salvador
Thursday, July 12th, mid-morning, we get a call from our realtors office; another realtor has a potential buyer that wants to see our home the next morning. Okay, great! About a 24 hr. notice. Jim is at work, Bridget is off to Oma & Opa's, (Amy's parents), for a few days, no big deal. Oh wait, did Bridget make sure her room was presentable before she left, oops, I forgot to remind her, just in case we get a showing, oh, and of course there's just still more "stuff" in the basement that needs sorted, pitched, stored, organized, oh yes, then there's the lawn, it hasn't been mowed in 2 weeks! Yes, it should be done, but if not, well then, of course they'll realize how busy we've been and not let that be the determining factor in buying the house or not, right? We'll get to it if we can. So, all day Wed., I'm flying through the house getting it picked up and keeping it picked up as much as I can with Micah and Jenaya still wanting to do the things 6 & 3 yr. olds do- make a mess any way they can! But I'm feeling pretty confident that the house is presentable. Jim get's home a little after 4:30, he was going to leave work an hour earlier, but of course, last minute "fires to put out" as he puts it, came up. So we decide to wait and do the lawn later, if there's time, let's get the inside presentable. Of course we no longer decided that, then the clouds over head started looking more like rain clouds than just nice poofy, mid-summer, friendly clouds. So I run to the tv, catch the 5:00 news and sure enough, a storm is on our doorstep. "Jim!!!!! Quick get the mower started, I'll mow, you can keep doing what you need to in the basement!" Okay, we're out side, by the shed, he's putting gas in it and says, "you're gonna get about 2 passes and it's gonna start to rain". I said, "so what, at least then it will look like an attempts been made!" Sure as shootin' even while he was finishing filling it and no more than pulled on the rope, drop... drop... drop. Oh well, I'll get as much done as I can. Well, I got more than 2 passes, I think it was 3, but not more than 4, and it didn't just rain, it poored!!!!!!!! I'm out there, jeans and a sweatshirt, make a couple more passes, I look up at the front door and there's Jim, standing under the covered porch, shaking his head. I yelled over the mower, "I'm fine, just get me a raincoat!" So he runs out with, I presume the first one he could find, his. At this point, I don't care, I throw it on, and I'm out there in this blowing down poor, in this jacket that has a hood on it that makes me look like the Star Wars Emperor. It hangs out over my head what feels like a foot, and I'm trying to see where I'm going next, and going on pure guess as to where to direct that mower, praying, "let this is be worth it! They're going to love our house, it's perfect for them!" It wasn't the best mowing job the lawn has ever seen, in fact Bridget's done a better one, but of course, she hasn't ever mowed in the rain before!
Well, was it worth it, not in the sense that they wanted to by our house, but, ya know what? I haven't done something that silly and spontaneous in a long time. Do I want to do it again? No, not really, but I will if I have to. It was so cool and quite rainy around here everyday that week, I kept wishing we could leave right away. It's amazing when you want something bad enough, what you'll do to get it. Getting this house sold and down on to our boat and get our journey started is something we haven't been this motivated to do in many years. Maybe next time, mowing the lawn, in or not in the rain, it will be worth the sale!