Drumroll please… (Have I requested too many drumrolls lately? I feel like I’ve requested too many drumrolls lately. You would tell me, right?) Anyway. Drumroll, yadda yadda. I am pleased to announce: 206 Hammond Street, our beloved humble abode, is officially for sale. Anyone want to buy a really freakin great house? It’s a 1923 bungalow we renovated ourselves (with a lot of help from Steve), 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, 1 office with its own separate entrance (or 4th bedroom. Do you need 4 bedrooms? We can accommodate! Got a teenager you don’t want crawling out a 2nd floor window…
Apparently when you try to sell your house, you’re supposed to make your prospective buyers think you don’t own any clothes, books or dishes — this way they look at your closets, bookshelves and cabinets and instead of seeing your stuff, they imagine their own. It’s like you want to make them think they’re looking at Real Simple magazine or the Hold Everything catalog which makes them think, “Man, I am so not this organized. If I lived in this house, I could be this organized too!” Although actually, this could backfire and you could make them feel guilty about…
Whew. My horoscope for today is a little creepy in how accurate it is. Loaded with truth and meaning and “okay already, I get the point” to the extent that I’m a little wigged out. Like, who are these people at Tarot.com (which I access thru my personalized Google homepage), and are they the ones in that white pentimento trailer outside my house with the antenna bungeed on top? You might feel somewhat panicky, as you realize you won’t be able to tie up all the required loose ends prior to beginning a whole new set of projects. Meanwhile, others…