Fat Chance

The results of Tropical Storm Hanna:


Some people have started joking that I should become a real estate agent and find us a place to live. With the luck we've had so far I can only imagine the sheer frustration that would occur on a daily basis. Real estate deals would wither in my hands. Houses would crumble. Clients would get lost on lonely country roads trying to view places, never to be seen again. Hah!

We didn't manage to see any places this weekend. We had a list of five. One turned out not to be structurally sound. The second had a deal pending. The agent couldn't get ahold of the contact for the third place. The fourth? Well, we could view the fourth, but it was the only one, and was one that we didn't especially love. The fifth, which was our favourite on the list, had an interesting story. The owners had been renovating in preparation to sell, and the husband decided that, now that the renovations were getting completed, that he liked the place and no longer wanted to sell it. He and his wife are now fighting over whether to sell or stay.

In light of the fact that we could view exactly one place, that was low on our list of priorities and three hours away, possibly during a hurricane, we opted to stay home, regroup, and try again next weekend with a new list.