Stevie’s not feeling well. Open house is tomorrow afternoon, so we’ve been scurrying about tidying up the place to make it lovely. Well, as lovely as it can be with our crappy stuff in it.
I’m ready to just move and get it over with.
Spoke to landlord earlier, and mentioned my concerns about the rental being illegal. Landlord strongly disputes this, and says that “it was grandfathered”… but grandfathered as what? As Units? Because if so, then downstairs is an illegal unit — it’s missing a kitchen, for example. As a “secondary unit” then? If so, it’s only legal to rent the secondary unit if the owner of the property also lives in the primary unit. Still, only one lease allowable. I know what I’m talking about; I’ve done my research. Well, all but that grandfathering thing. I wonder if that’s public record stuff? Probably. I’ll have to look into that.
Half-dozen people on the open house list, so hopefully someone will like it enough to take it. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.
On a lighter note, hopefully the nice people at Forrest’s have finished with my bassoon. I should get it back next week if so, though I won’t have any time to play until after we move.
What the hell am I going to do with the cats tomorrow during the Open House? I guess we’ll put them in their carriers out on the deck. I can’t think of anything else to do with ’em. Because the landlord has “suggested” that we have more Open Houses during the week, I’m definitely open to suggestions on the cat situation.
Mmm… the new house has a washer-dryer. It’s the little things, you know? Speaking of little, it also has the tiniest oven I’ve ever seen in a kitchen. We’re talking “easy-bake” size here. So, no big turkeys for us, I guess.