Today — selling a house, keeping busy

​Short version: Imma sit outside and read and sip wine for a little while. Wine is Coopers Hawk Riesling. The book is a regift from my son from his Literature of the Occult class. Outside is 74°. 

Long version:

Today we signed papers virtually to sell our old house. The virtual notary process was *not* smooth, but at least our part is now done. I also worked more than 3 hours for the first time in a couple months (don’t be jealous, the paychecks have been atrociously small). 

I managed to also:

• *bake bread
  
• *supervise a handyman putting up 4 fans, 4 mirrors, one ceiling light and other things
  
• *take all the ornaments off the Christmas tree
  
• *schedule an appliance repairman and a birthday dinner
  
• *pay the pool guy for THE LAST TIME
  
• *pay new lawn guy for the first time
  
• *and tidy up enough to find 3 Hershey nuggets with toffee and almonds 

It’s now wine and chocolate and sitting down time.

LONGER version of the virtual closing as told to my friend Stacy:

Oh it happened. It took 2 1/2 hours because we had to fill things out three times, the third time on a phone screen because their software could not work on our computer. WTF

And the lady was a dingbat. Gold star to me because I only yelled at her once for continually talking over us as we struggled to fill out forms on a phone screen. WTAF

We did this virtually because their office is in Broward. But OH OH OH guess what I discovered between attempts 2 and 3? They HAVE AN OFFICE IN LAKELAND where we could’ve done this in person.

The lady on the phone, in Broward, was not aware there was an office in Lakeland and suggested maybe it had been closed and merged with another office. So I called the Lakeland office in front of her (via camera) and proved they had an office here and it was open. But by then the software finally worked by phone and we decided to grit our teeth and finish.

Biggest real estate transaction of my life and I’m PISSED OFF.

Also we don’t get our money until buyers do their part which is … Weds, so they say this time.

I wandered off a couple times for stretch & fold the sourdough because she kept having to do things on her end and find witnesses on her end (why were there no witnesses planned for a scheduled meeting?)

And she got annoyed I wasn’t on camera during those parts. Whatevs. My sourdough is not waiting 2 1/2 hours, lady.

And there were so many debacles, i forgot the first one: she scheduled the meeting for noon. So she set the timer for the zoom-like software for 11:59 pm. Which is… MIDNIGHT. Had to cancel and start over.