In An Hour That Ye Think Not. . . .

No, this is not about Jesus' return, nothing so spiritual as that. . . It's about a surprise visit by a real estate agent who landed at our door right while we were peacefully trying to eat our dinner the other night and have "pleasant" conversation!!

A week ago we had been informed that on Tuesday, or so I thought, a real estate agent would be showing up to go through the apartments/houses at Fairwood to determine what the present fair market value/rental amount would be. This was so we could prepare ahead of time, do some shovelling here and there, push things under the bed, stuff them into closets and close the doors, make the beds, maybe sweep the floor, etc. etc. But I guess I was wrong about the day because on Monday evening, in walked the lady agent! Gulp!

By the door sat a bag of trash awaiting transport to the dumpster. In the hall was a vacuum sweeper on its way back from lodge cleaning. Upstairs, well one of the rooms upstairs was rather a sight as one of the occupants had come home from work, quickly changed clothes and left them wherever as he took off to play basketball, etc. etc. etc., to say nothing of various and sundry clutter here and there. I quickly rallied to the challenge and gave the grand tour, mess, dirt and all. At least our house looked lived in and I was saved all the stress of trying to clean it up! Who really cares if our house is messy anyway??? Only me.