Our agent called us last night to tell us that our buyers cancelled the contract on our house. This was quite unexpected. The buyers have made several trips from Las Vegas to see our house, including a trip to supervise the inspection and discuss furniture and personal items of ours that they wished to purchase. The phrase "They really love the house." had been used many times, by everyone associated with the deal. It feels like Parcheesi, when you are almost to your spaces leading up to your home and someone lands on your spot and sends you all the way back to the start. I'm sure the lesson here is patience, because, well, isn't it always about patience, dammit? I'm not worried about our ultimate plans for Costa Rica being threatened and we aren't on a strict time table, so it's really no problem. It mostly means more vacuuming and I've already done more vacuuming that I thought was possible. You see, we have a very dark blue carpet and a light golden, largish dog who is apparently blowing out his coat in preparation for growing in his winter one. Mind you, we live in Arizona and are soon moving to a tropical climate. Nevertheless, a winter coat is his mission. So I vacuum. I'm sure there's some kinda Zen lesson here on the impermanence of things. But anyone whose ever been responsible for housework knows that. And anyway, two lessons in one day? Sheesh!
Here are the players:
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| The dark blue carpet |
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| The largish dog: friend to all save dark carpets & black yoga pants |
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| And completing the trifecta, the vacuum cleaner! |
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