Not a Fun Day

Remember yesterday, when the realtor told us the workers were not coming until Saturday? Yeah, he had his dates mixed up.

After leaving our hotel we got to the house at 8:30 AM and the driveway and streets were full of trucks. We rushed into the house to make sure all of our stuff was still there, and much of it had been moved so the workers could pull up carpets. Needless to say, we were not very happy to see them and the feeling was mutual, as they were in a hurry and we were in their way.

The realtor apologized profusely and told us to make the best of it.

Okay, it wasn't quite THIS bad, but it sure sounded like it

As we packed up our remaining items it sounded like our former home was coming down around our heads. In only a few hours they hauled all the appliances to the garage, ripped out all the cabinets, demolished the island, tore down the shower in the master bedroom, and pulled up a bunch of carpeting. So much for a sentimental good-bye to the place we lived for over 20 years.

On the plus side, they were fine with us leaving old paint, a propane tank, and other stuff I was going to have to haul off somewhere. We were out of there pretty quick and were able to relax for the rest of the afternoon.