the good & the bad

daffodils from the front garden

The good - they loved the house, He called yesterday and said they went home that night and talked about this ol' brick house into the evening. It's a gorgeous house he told me We love it. She was a hit, she did cast her spell and she cast it well. The gigantic jungle of a yard did not seem daunting to them. And they did love her. I keep telling myself this early morning ... things could be worse. I could be living in and trying to sell an ordinary house. A house with no charm and no spells to cast.

The bad - it's too big a project for them, they're nearing retirement age, they don't think they have the money or enough of the energy that might be required to fix her up like she really deserves. They said no, they did not make an offer. They apologized and thanked me for showing the house to them. I thanked them for being so open, and kind and I told him last night on the phone that they were the most perfect couple to be my first ever show my house people. I felt very grateful for the experience. I know I learned a lot from it. I now know that I can do it myself. Another horrible scary monster that I had created in my head could now be slain and instead - almost looked forward to. I'm the perfect person, I think, to show this big ol' beautiful house.

Last night was difficult. All those desperate feelings of being tapped in a life that I can't manage came flooding back. I am sad, my hopes are dashed, the wind has gone from my sails ... but only temporarily. This morning before I escape to the land of patchouli bubbles I remind myself that I live in a house that people love, when they look at the plot map they gasp with pleasure at the size of the property. Like owning your own little county smack in a village and 50 steps to the ocean. She's a gem, a big ol' diamond in the rough. I just need to find the right buyer (before winter s'il vous plait- just in case the Universe is listening).

I will sell this house ... I will be in the city by Christmas (M.Universe).

Last night instead of drowning my sorrows I watched the movie Milk - Sean Penn you are amazing and tres handsome. Even liberal girl moi was shocked to be reminded of the levels of intolerance, hatred and ignorance that existed here such a short time ago. Yeah ! Harvey. I'd like to see the documentary of his life The Times of Harvey Milk. A song from the soundtrack by Sly and the Family Stone.