HOPE SPRINGS ETERNAL...OR - BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN!

OUR NEW REALTOR, JUDY

After a lapse of about three weeks, and much gnashing of teeth, we re-listed our house last night with another realtor. For the next (and hopefully last) 6-month contract we chose a small local realty firm with more enthusiasm for the task than the last company. The new photos were taken an hour ago, new lock boxes fastened to the gate by the front door - and now we wait. This also means that I will be compelled to spit-polish (not literally) the house before going out the door each day. I can't even begin to tell you what a delight it will be when this is over and I can become a slob. Or can I? I'm not wired to be a slob so it will take days of hard work to overcome my neatness. I will practice diligently at dropping my clothes on the floor and walking away. Wading through dustballs up to my ankles.Leaving dirty dishes in the sink for a few days in a row. Neglecting the laundry'til Pat is re-using his tighty whities two or three times. Ah, life will be good. Until then you can picture me polishing the faucets, hand-picking leaves off the front yard and grabbing dirty cups from Pats hand before they hit the counter. Our St Joseph statue which has been buried for a month or so must be getting moldy but I am sure he is doing his job. So, St Joe - bring it on! Bring on those multiple offers! Let the bidding war begin!