You know, this business of selling a house could really get a person down if you let it. I mean, you work to get the house ready to sell, cleaning from top to bottom. Clear out clutter. Then you wait for it to show. Then you wait for a comment or offer. Then you wait some more.
I try not to take it personal. Why isn't my house showing? Do they like what they see? If it's good enough for me, why isn't it good enough for them? Or, if it's not good enough for me to want to stay here, how can I expect someone to want it? I know, I know. Don't overthink it.
And I also know that I've only been into this a relatively short time. It's been listed with the realtor all of 2 1/2 weeks now. Sigh. Patience, Elsie, patience.
On a brighter note, I went to the Main Street Arts Festival in Fort Worth today, and it was really nice. John and Bonnie joined me, and we strolled around Sundance Square taking it all in. I learned about egg tempera (egg white mixed with powder for the paint), and how one artist was able to get the effect of light cascading over her subjects/characters (working and working repeatedly using water and a fan brush till she was satisfied). I think that was the best part of it, that the artists were right there and you could visit with them about their craft. That, and the fact we went on Friday instead of the weekend, when I'm sure it will really be packed.
What else has been going on? It has been a couple of weeks since I've posted, so let me scratch my brain a bit, and see.
I went to the Botanical Gardens with Robert and his family last weekend. First time I'd been in years, and it was beautiful. Elizabeth and David had gone, and we decided to visit. Well actually, Robert and Angela decided and asked if I wanted to join them. Anyway, it was perfect weather, and quite enjoyable. In the picture that I'm attaching, you may notice Rhett holding a shoe. Ashlynn's shoe had fallen into the water, and after Dad tried to get it, we gave up and started to head on down the path. Rhett was upset that we weren't getting Sister's shoe, so Dad found a long enough twig (as you see in the picture) and was able to reach it before it drifted out too far, and pull it in. Rhett was happy, and good brother that he is, had looked out for his sister.
Anyway, that's it for now. Life is good.