Awkward

I have been away from home most of the day already, staying clear of the inspectors which swarmed our house like ants. I'm not kidding; I came home just to drop off some groceries and they were everywhere, it seemed. Although they assured me I could stay, after meeting the future owner of our house (awkward meeting that always is), I did my best to get back out of here. Gardner and I ended up goofing off until about 5 minutes before they packed up and left. Once again, my house is quiet and calm, although I feel as if it has been strip-searched and prodded until it has no shred of dignity left.

Perhaps I take home inspections way too personally. I just feel weird knowing that people are in my house running every single appliance, crawling behind my toilets, turning on every faucet, turning on every lightswitch, crawling around my baseboards, and inspecting every sheet of siding on the outside for holes, termites, or mildew. It is necessary, I know, yet it seems terribly nosy.

Maybe the owner felt as awkward as I did this morning, feeling like an intruder in this house which isn't quite his yet. I could sense it when I shook his shaky hand, clammy and weak. I couldn't stick around and make it more difficult for both of us....I had to leave.

I know what's done is done, but please offer up a quick prayer for the outcome of this, if you could. Granted, a house that was built pre-1940 is sure to have some flaws, but we just don't want anything to make the buyer want to back out of the deal at this far along in the game. I hope we'll hear back sooner than later.

Ta-ta for now. I have mucho things to do now that I'm back within these four walls once again!

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