Our time in Alaska is coming to an end and we will be moving on soon.
We don’t have official orders from the military yet, but we are getting prepared to move, and that means…
listing the house for sale.
This is not my favorite thing to do, of course, since it involves a lot of cleaning up. I want to give the impression that this house is easy to clean and maintain, making it more desirable to buyers.
Still, I have been decluttering and straightening and all of that, and recently the real state photographer came to take pictures of the house.
When she arrived I was still frantically hiding things and making beds in the kids’ rooms. (I’d allowed myself an hour to get this done and that was not enough time. Astonishingly enough.)
I answered the door looking like a crazy person, blurting, “I’m-not-quite-done-with-the-kids-rooms-I’m-really-sorry!!” It was like five degrees outside but I was sweating like a pig.
The photographer was very calm and said she’d start downstairs and give me time to finish upstairs. She has probably dealt with crazy homeowners before.
By the time she came upstairs, I had finished. Fortunately. She photographed the upstairs and I watched nervously.
Then, oddly, the cat come out to see her.
This is odd because our cat NEVER comes out when people are over. He hides because he hates people. Seriously, he hates everyone in the world except my husband, whom he allows to pet him.
But here was Kitty, meowing and rolling over adorably and clearly wanting to be petted by this complete stranger! I told her the cat never acts like this, and he must like her for some reason.
She said, “Yeah; I’m really allergic to cats. I think they can tell because they always try to get me to pet them.”
Oh. So Kitty was manifesting his hate THIS time by NOT hiding.
Anyways, she left rather quickly, and she must not hold a grudge because the pictures came out great!
The kids said, and I quote, “It looks so much better than our real house!”
That’s the point, folks!