Beautiful day, weather-wise. I spent all of it out front raking, pruning, and primping so the place looks even better when prospects pull up,
A couple stopped by, asked me about the house, wanted to know if they could see it right now. I said you'd have to call broker. And give me 15 minutes to straighten a couple of things up inside. We talked a full twenty minutes and the husband kept saying, "not now. Tomorrow after church." She calls broker. Broker says he'll be right over, husband says tomorrow. Okay, tomorrow at 12:00.
Broker calls me a few minutes later and says, "I have a couple who are 1/2 a mile away. They'll be there in 5 minutes." I tell him I need twenty, he grumbles, couple shows up 20 minutes later.
I make myself scarce like one is expected to do while your house is being shown. I go for a walk.
Not five minutes into my walk, X calls me. "What is going on? Broker just called me and said you refused two showings today!" Not true. I explain and get off phone very quickly.
Now I'm real p!ssed at broker. If I refused two showings today, then who's this couple traipsing through my house with an agent right now?
And the other couple that switched from "right now," to "tomorrow after church"...I was talking to them a full half hour. Broker? All of 30-45 seconds on the phone.
And what's this move? Broker gets upset, so he "tells my ex-wife on me"??! I was livid. Still am.
I called him 3 times. left 3 messages. Then I emailed him telling him to stick around after tomorrow's 12:00 showing because he and I have some things to discuss. I found this broker. I called him. I chose him. X is out of the loop on this and has not lifted a finger, washed a window or contributed a dime to getting this place ready for sale. Heck, she even managed a clause in the final agreement that I have sole responsibility for upkeep, cleaning, staging and all aspects of handling and expediting sale.
Gonna tell this ba$tard tomorrow that X is co-owner and nothing more other than a signatory at the closing. I'm his client! At least I am for now....
I can't wait to get out of this money-sucking-last-vestige-of-any-connection-with X-house...
Grrrr mumble, mumble. Okay. I'm done. We now return you to your regularly scheduled Surviving The Big D already in progress....
Gardener
"My soul, be satisfied with flowers, With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them In the one garden you may call your own." Cyrano deBergerac
