Stating the Obvious

I wrote this when we listed our house on the market years ago. Now we are about to do it again. Ugh!

We just listed our house on the market and we have started to get showings. Our agent has set up the online service that tells me what agents (and their clients) thought of the property. Most agents don’t respond with comments, but the ones that do could be very helpful, if only they as people weren’t mostly complete goobers!

We’ve had 7 showings in 5 days and only one person has responded to the comments so far. She had several complimentary things to say and pointed out an issue about the pool that was actually a repaired issue, but made me realize that most people would not know that. Then at the end she said she would talk to her clients to gage their interest level and “Surprisingly enough, they didn’t think the bathrooms were all that bad.”

Why did she bother to say that? What good does it do for her to point out that our bathrooms are not as big as the new houses in the boonies of North Dallas? Perhaps she might have clued into that fact when she read on the listing that our house was built in 1960. Constructive criticism is a good thing. I want to hear about anything I need to fix or that needs to be addressed. One person told me yesterday that an outlet cover was off of our outlet outside. That is good information. I didn’t know it and I can fix it. But I can’t fix the bathrooms of our house. Surely they realize that all the houses of this era, in this neighborhood have small bathrooms. I and all my neighbors live with them just fine. Could it be that while I won’t go so far as to proclaim that size doesn’t matter, when it comes to bathrooms, they don’t have to take up half the house?

In a perfect world, we would all have bigger bathrooms. And marble floors and chandeliers and flowers in the garden that grow seasonally without any maintenance. And no weeds. But that goes without saying I think.

Creepy Hospitals

I had a minor surgical thing awhile back. There is something disconcerting about giving your clothes and your belongings to a stranger dressed in an alien bluish green uniform. You allow them to poke you with needles and hook you up to cords that don’t seem to have any purpose. They wheel you down a long cold white hallway. The hallways of a hospital are what I picture the light being when they say “go towards the light”. In my mind it is always a long white hallway I would be going towards, with the world behind me full of the people and places I love. It’s a long white hallway that leads to some other place. I picture a glorious beautiful place at the end of the hallway. In this case it is just a big white room with lots of people in similar alien uniforms. All of them talking over me to each other. They inject something into one of the plastic cords attached to my arm and I can no longer follow their conversations. When I talk there is a round of laughter in the room. I wonder what I am saying that is funny. Then suddenly I wake up in a different room, achy and blurry. Slowly I wake up and eventually I go home and wonder what the hell happened.

Dallas Aquarium

I went to the aquarium this weekend and didn’t get one good picture of a fish. They are kind of evil little creatures anyway. Cold blooded and hiding tiny little teeth that can rip the skin from your bones. And what’s with the not breathing air thing? That is definitely not right. I think if you really study the original text of the bible on the original scrolls you will find that it was a fish that convinced Eve down the path of destruction.