...make a plan?
So, we had a plan.
Sell the house.
Got a great offer.
Buyers' financing fell through.
Not sure that I'm laughing, and I really don't think God is either, but he's always whispered something in our ears...
....wait a minute, that was my MIL, Orlando Grandma.
How many times has she called me up and said,
"So here's Plan B".
And then we laugh.
So, here's Plan B:
We will be leasing the house.
This was our original Plan A, believe it or not, but we wanted to try selling.
It was all going too smoothly folks, let's admit it.
So after I adjusted my thinking (read, cried on the phone to Mr. T) I am up and running again.
Very few differences does this make.
Still having garage sale (in the carport, yes Bostons, I know) on Saturday.
After garage sale, handy-man John stopping by to look at some interior painting issues and do a few small jobs. Will haul away leftovers from garage sale and give to his church if they can use them.
Mr. T arrives home late Saturday afternoon.
Sunday we pack, clean, pack, clean, pack, clean.
Then go to a lovely going away soiree with many friends present.
Monday we pack, clean, pack, clean, pack, clean.
With perhaps John showing up to do said painting touchups.
Pick up Moving Van - GULP!
Load car for shipping and perhaps eat at some point.
Tuesday movers arrive between 10am and 11am.
Movers will swiftly, yet gently load our possessions onto Moving Van.
I THINK guy will show at some point that day to pick up car to be shipped.
That's Mr. T's territory, might as well have it all happen on one day, right?
Maybe John should come paint while the movers are here just to make it interesting.
Did I mention "we" will be driving this baby across country?
The four of us - I've been coaching the Bostons on truck driving tips.
Wednesday, our former "closing day". We arise, do last minute things, and leave.
I'm still trying to figure out the finer details to Plan B.
Thank goodness Plan B used to be Plan A and we checked out all the deets about leasing, having a leasing agent and if places were renting well in our area.
Supposedly they are.
So, since I can't call you all up individually and say it like Orlando Grandma, I'm putting it on my blog:
"So, here's Plan B".
You have my permissioin to laugh! Go ahead!
I think this Boston looks like George Washington and it made ME laugh!