The Move to Awahnee

[Drunk Monk]

congrats and good luck.

i will miss that place.  maybe not the windy drive to get up that hill.  your next windy drive will be worse, but more rewarding, i'm sure.

[Greg]

Windy? Winding? Either one blows.

I hope the new place will be far more entertaining.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

New coyotes. Will you bring them donuts and chicken?

[Greg]

Whatever it takes.

[Drunk Monk]

Bears

And not those Folsom St bears like PPFY.  Like real brown bears.  I've had so many bear encounters in that area, I've lost count.

[Greg]

Meave was just having a frantic episode. I assumed it was for the painters. I had the dog door blocked because the painters have a habit of leaving the yard gate open and I didn't feel like chasing Maeve around the neighborhood.

Well, she kept barking. And looking back it wasn't the bark for hating painters. It was more the bark for hating fireworks. But I just tried to ignore it, hoping she would settle. But no. She'd race to the dog door and do the whiny bark. And then, because I had taken her out the bedroom door into the backyard, she would race there as well.

That's the thing to remember. I had taken her out to the backyard to pee and poop and she had accomplished those goals.

So, I was verily surprised when Maeve squatted in the living room after a good twenty minutes of racing and barking, to take a big liquidy poop in the middle of the floor. So, much poop. She then looked at me as if to say, "I was trying to tell you"

[Drunk Monk]

At least there was no deer blood...

...yet.

[Greg]

Sure. Jinx me.

Of course, now I've got my sister Roberta jinxing me as well because I assured her there wasn't any problem with Bobcats and dogs after I mentioned our Bobcat encounter the other day.

[Greg]

On the home buying madness front, one of our top picks, mostly for the land rather than the actual house, has dropped it's price by $30k.

I still can't do anything until mid April.

Please wait. Please wait. Please wait.

[Greg]

Today, I bid the painters farewell. They've been here on and off for two weeks. They missed a couple of days for rain. They must love the fact I keep bringing them additional things to paint. Yesterday, I had them paint an additional back door. Our current back door has water damage and a dog door in it. When I leave, I'll put the non-damaged, non-dogdoor in. Probably the worst thing our painters did was paint the Mezzuzah we had on the front door jam. We bought it on our honeymoon in Israel and holds the shards from the glass I broke during our wedding ceremony. It's now a bright blue on top that matches the house trim color and white over the glass tube that holds the glass shards.

In WTF news, our cleaning lady came in to scrub the place for the photographer who comes on Saturday to film the Real Estate Shots. Alex, the cleaner, told us she had cleaned a neighbors house which is also up for sale. She liked our home better. Then she proceeded to destroy it.

We have new laminate floors. She thought they were actual wood. She used wood cleaning products on them, specifically Murphy's Oil Soap. Now, we were delighted that the floors look like actual wood. But after she cleaned them, we had streaks everywhere on the floor. I mentioned it to The Queen and Alex. She tried to clean them again. I decided to check the packaging (we have a few boxes left over) to see what they recommend. Well what they don't recommend is using oil cleaners of any kind, oil cleaners like Murphy's. Basically, we have oil residue on every square inch of the new floor. Alex is thorough.

I bought the proper cleaning tools to redo the floors on Monday. Alex did text us to say she wouldn't to come back and make the floors right at no charge.

Our realtor is popping in today to check on us and to see if the house is ready for pictures. It's not. We still have a lot of crap floating around. No matter what we do there is crap in the house.

Onward.

[Drunk Monk]

Probably the worst thing our painters did was paint the Mezzuzah we had on the front door jam. We bought it on our honeymoon in Israel and holds the shards from the glass I broke during our wedding ceremony. It's now a bright blue on top that matches the house trim color and white over the glass tube that holds the glass shards.

Bummer.  Can that be salvaged?  Sounds like something you'd want to take with you.

[Greg]

It's pretty trashed. The Queen was taking it right to the trash when I stopped her. I wanted to show it to the paint contractor. I'm also going to see if can clean it up.

That being said, it's been a great guilt tool to get the painters to do more work. They did offer to pay for it. I asked if that included the ticket to Israel to purchase a new one. I let them off the hook. I said we would just move on.

[Greg]

Today's mad scramble was to get the house ready for the photographer. We also signed a bunch of papers we don't understand at all. I'm pretty sure I've sold The Queen to a sex slavery ring. But it is done. We officially signed the agreement to sell the house.

I also might have taken some drone shots.

[Drunk Monk]

I'm pretty sure I've sold The Queen to a sex slavery ring. 

Which ring exactly?

Asking for a friend...

[Greg]

Bantu's House of Whoopy.

I just spent exhaustive fifteen minutes on the phone with Chase Mortgage talking about paying off the old house loan and the need for a new loan to buy the new house. The upshot: The Queen and I pre-approved for a big pile of cash to buy the new home.

Once we sell Lynch Manor, we will use the proceeds of the sale to pay off the loan on the Lynch Estates.