It's been a while since I blogged. I'm not sure I have any readers left as a result. Not that I've ever had many readers. I'm not sure how bloggers get readers, though I know some have been successful. They must have a wide social network of friends who read their blog. I have some friends. Some even like to read. Evidently, they don't like to read my stuff. I will try not to take it personal, but I can't even get my husband to read my blog. Now that's just sad.
I haven't blogged because we sold our house and moved to another part of town. Actually, we moved a quarter mile away. That's hardly another part of town. I still take the same route to work, that's hardly a move at all. Moving takes a lot out of you, as does selling your house. Today's post is about something that has been on my mind for 2 months. The people who bought my house.
When they made the initial offer, the bid $75K less than we asked. In doing so, they submitted a letter to us with the bid. I tore it up after I read it, but I will paraphrase right here:
"Dear homeowner:
We love your home, and we hope you will take this offer. We are good Christian family who will raise our children in the teachings of Jesus. Mom is a stay-at-home mom, and your house will be filled with the smell of baked cookies and other goodies. Little strays, friends of our children, often find their way here, and Mom takes them under her wing. Your pool will be filled with the sound of children's laughter. Blah, blah, blah, George W. Bush is great, we love Jesus, sell us your house."
Okay, that last line was totally made up, but I swear, they might as well have included that. I tore up the letter and refused their offer. I fumed for days over their nerve. How could they presume that raising a kid with good Christian values (what does that mean anyway, that they hate homosexuals and the French?) would make me take their low offer.
A week later, they came back with an offer much more reasonable. I almost did not take it, but fortunately, I was raised with good Christian values, and understood that a dollar is a dollar, and I shouldn't judge people just for being right wing. Plus the market here is really bad and I wanted to sell, and, the last laugh is on them because the neighbors that live behind us are the largest white trash in the world and it was move or kill the bastards. So we sold.
I have new white trash neighbors. This is Vegas, after all. My new neighbors have two pit bulls who I think might eat me if I look at them. So I don't go outside except to get in my car, which is parked in the garage, so techincially, I only DRIVE out of my house, not walk. It's too hot to walk in Vegas right now anyway.
I wonder sometimes how those people are doing living in my old house? Has the smell of tequilla in the blender been replaced with cookies? Has the sound of Sinatra been replaced with a whiney child's voice going, "Moooom, Timmy bit me."
Do they appreciate the little garden we grew in the makeshift courtyard we created? And most of all, I wonder if our white trash neighbors are driving them as crazy as they did us? If not, then I should have held out for more money.
