It's just bidness

I decided to brave the metroparks today and had to cut the walk short. During the week, walking two dogs is do-able but not on the weekends. Between the big Doodle and Mike Tyson mini-Beagle, my arms are sore.

There are simply too many people half of whom seem to be fishing. I've yet to see someone walking back to his or her car carrying any fish, but that doesn't mean that their time was misspent. The idea of fishing in the Cleveland city limits brings to mind images of mutant fishes or some radioactive swamp thing with sharp teeth.

The guy who is fixing up the house next door (the one that was rightly condemned by the city) might be interested in buying this one. Of course, talk is cheap but I gave him the bank name and loan number. More power to him if he can do it. I tried calling the bank the other day and I got in an argument with some idiot girl who couldn't understand that a "short sale" - or any sale for that matter - is only possible if someone makes an offer. I kept telling her that no-one in three months has even expressed interest in seeing this house. What does she think, that I kidnap someone and waterboard them into making a house offer? She couldn't comprehend the fact that selling a house requires at least two parties: who who is selling and one who is buying, and no-one is buying.

In retrospect I don't think much for the real estate agent who could never recommend a price for the house. "Well, it depends" was all he could offer. Like no duh. There's always a price for a house even if that price is FREE. I told him what the mortgage amount was and he never said a peep about listing the house that would encourage a short sale (less than the loan amount). I think he's stuck in commission mode of listing a given house for the maximum amount of money. He like most people don't realize that you can make good money by selling low but selling in bulk. Whatever.

I talked with the lawyer and the estate (read: me) will have to pay the utilities even though I will have moved out. My brother and his friend have offered to semi-stay here which is just fine as long as they realize that they might have to skiddadle once the bank takes back the house or someone buys it. If the guy fixing the house next door buys it, it would simply so much since he can stay here; that is, it's livable.

Anyway, more packing to do. I've begun to box up some clothes. I'd like to take the metal wire shelves because I can use them for a multitude of things. I have the strangest tastes in home furnishing.

I have to take the Doodle and Rocky to the vets office on Tuesday to ensure that they have all their shots. I also need to get a rabies cert in case I take them to Pet Smart for a day spa. I also need to get a couple of kitty carriers.