No, we didn’t get washed away by the rains, Hal, but it was a close thing. We’re 15 inches above normal precipitation for the year at this point, and new rain has no place to go once it comes down. Our county was one of the eleven or so counties in Indiana to declare an emergency, primarily because of flooding on the streams and rivers.
I our specific case, we dodged the bullet, but only just. During the height of the downpour we noticed that we didn’t hear our sump pump running, which we knew we should be hearing. It was dead, but we managed to get it replaced before our crawl space flooded. Most of the back yard, though, was a pond for much of last week.
Even though the rains seem to have slowed, the pace of life hasn’t at all. My wife and I are sitting in a Border’s as I write this, waiting on another house showing to be done. Thus far this weekend, we’ve had one showing on Friday, two today, and have another one scheduled for tomorrow. Hopefully, this recent increase in traffic will result in an offer.
I am so completely ready to be done with the entire home buying/selling thing that I can’t describe it. Being in this loop is a really bad place to be; everything else is on hold while the housing situation works itself out. I’m a big “home is my refuge” kind of guy. Right now, it feels like I don’t have a refuge. I don’t have a space to “decompress” from the stresses of work. I can’t plan. Everything seems terribly unsettled. This is definitely not a process I’ll voluntarily submit to more than about once a decade.
Most of our spare time has been devoted to house stuff. Every two minutes of living in the house seems to generate a minute of cleaning that needs to be done later, or a minute of telephone calls or meetings with some sort of service provider. Plumbing, painting, patching, carpet - it all has to be dealt with, and it takes time, more time than I would have believed. Worse, there seems to be some sort of universal law that decrees that the moment you put your house on the market, not only are you compelled to deal with all those little repairs you’ve been putting off, but local entropy accellerates. If it can break, it will. I keep waiting for one of the bathtubs to go crashing through the floor into the crawlspace, or for the roof to cave in.
Unfortunately, that combined with an ever-increasing pace at work hasn’t left much time for other things, like reading blogs and writing. Ever couple of days I’ve tried to get out and seriously read what everyone’s been writing, but I myself haven’t had time or space to do much thinking and writing. Hopefully, this’ll all be resolved soon and I can get back into the swing, again. Until them, keep your powder dry, and I’ll see you in a couple of weeks!
