We had an “Open House” today. Our real estate agent came by with additional signs and balloons so anyone driving down our quiet cul-de-sac would know. Home shoppers were encouraged to just drop in.
The last thing a home buyers wants to see is the home owner! We get it.
The “Open House” was 1-3 PM. We needed to evacuate. First we needed to clean.
Helaine and I are grown-ups. The place doesn’t get that dirty. Still, there’s a different standard for potential buyers. We want to show the house in its best possible light. Buyers expect no less.
Where to go? We needed to kill at least two hours with Doppler in tow. And the weather sucked!
“Moderate drizzle,” I said to Helaine as we pulled into the lot at Ikea on Long Wharf.
Drizzle has to do with drop size, not intensity. The automated observer at Tweed/New Haven reported it as Light Rain/Fog/Mist.
Doppler is quite an amazing dog. She rode on Helaine’s lap in the car, then transitioned into her stylish camo bag. She was not thrilled putting all four paws in, but she didn’t fight it. She was a quiet and passive observer as we walked through the store.
In situations like this, Doppler makes herself as close to invisible as a white dog in an over-the-shoulder camo bag can be. Most people walk by without knowing she’s there. Really.
Our trip today is another part of the moving process. We get a chance to redecorate. At the moment we’re just looking–trying to define our combined taste. No buying yet.
It’s easy to kill a few hours at Ikea. We waited for the all clear before returning home.
We’ve lived 23 years in this house. If we could only bring it with us. That would make things so much easier. We’re going to miss this house.