I got an excited call from Kelly Friday afternoon, proudly informing me of a showing we had Saturday afternoon at 1. We scrambled to get the house in shape and get ourselves out to Marbles, only to get a call before we left telling us the client had to cancel due to a “missed flight.” I suppose the wickedly high winds from yesterday’s cold front disrupted air traffic.
We were bummed about it and Kelly’s neck has been bothering her for a few days, so we all were a little grouchy as we scrambled for other things to do. We settled on the library, which seemed to be a good choice. It didn’t hurt that we got yet another call that a showing would take place between 3 and 4!
This pick-up-and-go-at-a-moment’s-notice stage is indeed driving me nuts. We’ve got 18 more days left in this house, which means it won’t show as well if we can’t get ‘er done before then. If the weekend comes and goes without something more substantial happening we’ll consider more drastic measures.