I have mentioned before how Survivor seems to be tied inextricably up in my childbearing years. From the summer of my first pregnancy (that ended in miscarriage) during the debut season in 2000, to watching the first episode of the first Survivor All Stars season in 2004 from my hospital bed after Simon’s birth, to having the midwives show up to check the progress of my labour with Lucas the first night of the “Fans Versus Favourites” season in 2008, Survivor has been the leitmotif of the milestones in my childbearing years.
I thought of this last night, when I was discussing an odd new giddy optimism I’m feeling about selling the house. Someone from our open house on the weekend was asking questions about the age of the roof, the furnace and the windows. Those are the kinds of questions you ask when you’re seriously thinking about a house, right? It’s the closest we’ve come to an offer yet. And after more than a week with no scheduled showings, we have two back-to-back this afternoon.
Beloved and I were talking about what a busy day today will be. I have a dental hygiene appointment, and then (lucky me!) a makeover at Mark’s Work Wearhouse (blog post to follow on that one!), then I have to rush home and tidy the place for the back-to-back showings and get Lucas out of the house in time to pick up the boys at school, and we’ll have to have dinner out because one of the showings runs until 5:45 and I have to be at their new school for meet-the-teacher night for 6:30. Then I have to rush home in time to watch the Survivor Punks vs Geezers debut — haven’t missed one yet, not going to start now. Did I mention I love my PVR?
Anyway, all that to say, I wondered why all the excitement seems to happen on one day and Beloved said it would be even more exciting if we got an offer, and I said as long as they don’t call during Survivor and we both paused and looked at each other.
THAT would make for some lovely symmetry, don’t you think? (I’d earlier thought that there was delicious symmetry in the fact that we found the new house on Friday the 13th and our current house number is 113, so wouldn’t it be perfect if someone made an offer on September 13? Alas, that one came and went without a nibble.)
So maybe it’s not about changing the scented Swiffers, or buying new house plants, or rearranging the living room furniture, or fixing the closet door hardware — all things I have done in the last week to improve our odds of snagging a buyer.
Maybe it’s all about Survivor after all?
Stranger things have happened. Best wishes for this most hectic of days. Sending good vibes your way.
LOVE it! Have a great day…sounds like it will be fun and filled with good things.
That is very odd as I too have a debntist appointment, and then meet the teacher night, and then a date withmy PVR for Survivor.
Good luck on the sale.
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I will cross my fingers that the Survivor connection bears fruit. In terms of an offer, you know, not in terms of fruit as a reward for winning a challenge. 😉