my new book.

I think when all is said and done, I will publish a book entitled, "Real-Estate: How NOT to Buy and Sell." Such a wise, wise woman I will be...

The latest? And I don't begrudge you one bit, dear friends, for letting out the inward groan as you had hoped this entry might be something else OTHER than real estate matters. But I will carry on with my point... The latest is that the people we are buying our new home from have decided to stay on until what we had in writing: November 30th, despite numerous reassurances during the writing of the contract on their part that they were moving to Ontario the end of October. Shame on us for not getting that in writing. 100% our fault.

We have to be out of our place November 17th. I have gone so far as to even call our realtor and have her ask our buyer if she could or would push her move-in date to November 30th. Now that's desperation talking. ; )

In my mind I am planning a wonderful 2-week vacation for the overlap time. Money be damned. Kennel costs be damned. Storage costs be damned. But, mind you, that's just in my mind.

All that and Paige, John and the twins are moving away in two days. And both boys are sick with a nasty cold and miserable. We make a wonderful gang around here, I tell ya. Class-A1.

This too shall pass. Thirty-eight more days. The official count down is on.

****4:40pm***** A small miracle for us: our buyer agreed to put off her possession date of this place until Nov. 30th. We are not on the street. Big sigh of relief, although 5 & 1/2 more weeks of single-parenting and commuting is not our desired outcome. Guess we can't have our cake and eat it too, right? Mmmm. Cake.... Guess I'll just have to be happy with the bag of licorice all-sorts that I've bought for myself to devour this evening. Ah, depression eating at its best. : )