It was a busy weekend.

We got up early on Saturday and began loading the truck to put things in storage- we have too many books. I never thought it would be possible to utter these words, but we have too many books. I ran a load of garbage to the company dumpster- it is so nice having one of those. The rest of the day was spent cleaning up for the open house on Sunday.

The one issue with the open house on Sunday (our first with the realtor) is it is the same day as the Gay Pride Parade, which closes off all the streets to my house. That was a concern for the realtor, not us. We went to our friends/ neighbors at the bottom of the street for a cook-out and to make noise for the parade. Delta Airlines was represented, they said they loved us, but I don’t think they really do. If they loved us so much they would make cashing in miles easier and they would treat us the same as they treat their “preferred customers” although I liked the mini coup they rigged up. After the parade we went up the street to my brothers to celebrate my nieces and nephews birthday- my birthday is this Wednesday so get your shopping done early. We took a quick nap and went downtown for dinner with my parents and Kelly’s mom and sister. It was fun but it was a lot.

…and then the panic set in. What if we don’t sell our house…shit.

It was a good weekend. I organized a street sale on Saturday which was good fun. K- and I cleared almost $400 but, more importantly, we got rid of some crap. Our buddies down the street sold $1,200 and $300 more on sunday. We had several people express interest in the cars we were selling. One couple, just moved from Spain took the Saab for a test ride. I wasn't interested in going with them but they didn't know how to drive an automatic- I'd never heard of such a thing. If you can't drive an automatic doesn't that mean you just can't drive? I didn't care I need to sell the cars. We began our journey in a stop and go manner. He kept his left foot on the break and his right on the gas. "ewwww the breaks are very touchy" He said after nearly sending me through thre windshield. "Only when you slam on them" I responded- I gave him a quick lesson in the automatic and we hit the highway without incident or accident. They expressed an interest in purchasing the car which is good and bad. Good, because we have to sell it and bad because we don't move until August. There was some interest in K's car, a '98 Jetta - I even tried to pawn it off on the Spaniards but he said, after our highway drive, "Once you've driven a Saab, it's hard to drive a Jetta" My thinking exactly.

Sunday- an absolutly beautiful day- we had an open house. K- went to brunch and I studied french on the deck while complete strangers wanderered through our house, poking, prodding and silently judging us. Ponette, the tri-colored bitch cat from Hell, did very well and didn't even vomit ...at least not yet. There weren't many people at the open house, maybe five couples, which makes me nervous- the house needs to sell to make this trip work. We still have plenty of time but there should be more interest in the house then that. It's a tough market but I was hoping our great location would offset that- we shall see.