Thursday, 5 March 2009

Drowning in work

No, I haven't been aestivating. Although, given the extraordinarily high temperatures and low (i.e. absent) rainfall over the past few weeks, that wouldn't have been such a bad idea. But instead of withdrawing into my shell and sealing up the doorway, I've been doing almost terminally dull, brain-killing, imagination-crushing, enthusiasm-destroying work-related stuff. And yes, it's getting worse. No one thought it could, but they were wrong. Oh so very wrong. But enough of that.

The block next door is no longer empty. Concreters poured the slab yesterday and the ground floor frame went up today. My office now looks onto the timber skeleton of a garage. When the second storey goes on, my view of the sky will be completely blocked.

'It's not very big,' the builder had assured me when I'd asked him about the size of the house.

Well, it's got four bedrooms, two bathrooms and a double garage. Surely that's big enough for a 10 x 30 m block? Mutter, mutter.

Anyway, that will all become irrelevant soon. I had an appointment with a real estate agent this morning. My house is going on the market within a fortnight. So now all I have to do is make the interior presentable (the real estate people are taking care of the outside) and then keep it presentable while potential buyers traipse through. Yes, yes, of course that's what you do when you sell a house but it means that my home is no longer my sanctuary.

(I know I'm being unreasonable, but this is only the second home I've owned. The first one went on the market after I'd moved 3,000 km away, so I didn't have to deal with buyers.) (And why did you give the word 'sanctuary' a Quasimodo-ish inflection when you read it?)

The question you may be asking at this stage — if you haven't already wandered off to find something less terminally dull, brain-killing, imagination-crushing and enthusiasm-destroying to read — is what on earth is my next step?

No idea.

I'm sure something will come to me.


Lulu Stader said...

Good to see you blogging again -- and good timing for your move!

Tyto Tony said...

Flowers, fruit and air freshener, all liberally applied. Smile a lot and let the agents tell all the lies.

Snail said...

Lulu, I'll have to find time to do something interesting. How would I describe my life at moment? Frantic. Yes. Fascinating. Not so much. But soon, that will all change.

Tony, you can probably imagine that my place won't be featured on the cover of House & Garden in its current condition. But it would be a lovely purchase for someone willing to put a bit of effort into renovations. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Tracey said...

Ooh, that's the worst thing about selling a house: keeping it always presentable. Hate it. Good luck with the whole selling experience. And with finding out what comes next: one of those things that's always both scary and exciting at the same time.

But you're perfectly right about the house and block: the houses get bigger and the blocks get smaller!

NanaJude said...

and coffee percolating ... :)

Denis Wilson said...

Hi Snail
RE Agents have lots of tricks. NanaJude has hit on one - the smell of fresh coffee. Gentle music playing in the corner of the room, and lights on to make the place seem brighter than it is (or will be when the house next door is finished).
Its too late for an ethical approach to this issue.
Just get the best for it that you can, and then look for something new.
Best of luck with it.

Dave Coulter said...

The real estate market in Chicago has softened up :)

Snail said...

Am up to my neck in cleaning, right now. It's horrible. As I've said before, I'm no stranger to squalor ...

I think this place will sell quite quickly because it's at a very reasonable price for what it is and where it is. (Location, location, location!)

Unfortunately, I'll have to rent for a while because I won't have enough (after paying off the mortgage) to buy a new place. Certainly not one with a roof, anyway :)

Still, I've made a decision. It's time for a new direction. Liberating and scary at the same time.

Sherryl said...

Rent where? Buy where? Those of us who are used to having the occasional coffee with you demand to know!

Sherrie Y said...

Well! There's nothing quite like shaking it all up at once. I've done the "52-card-pickup" method of redirection more than once. Not comfortable. Not easy. ALWAYS perspective-changing and cage-rattling. Deep, cleansing breaths!

Snail said...

Something'll turn up. I just have to roll enough rock and peer under enough logs.

But right now, I am so feckin' fed up with clearing and cleaning. And who knew I had so much stationery? There's crates of it.

I also found some research permits from 1992 covering what seems to have been the whole of NE Queensland. Happy days.

Pestie said...

You've just missed out on a four bedder, quarter acre, rainforest type bock 15mins from the city for under 350K..two doors down from me. A bargain if you don't mind about the flooding - after the recent renos courtesy of insurance you can't even tell it was underwater a few weeks back...perhaps only a steal for ducks.

Snail said...

Pestie, missed it by that much. Am still looking on the Tablelands, rather than the coast. If you hear of anything in 4885...?