Old house update

Except for the yard, which used to be my pride and joy and is now a huge mess of not-so-benign neglect (there's a reason my original blog years ago was called "The Weeds are Winning," and now they've won, and you know, I need to give up and find where I put my Chicago Manual of Style, because the punctuation inside this parenthetical just looks off, though I haven't worked as a proofer since back in the time of said original blog, and maybe my more technical career path since has destroyed my ability to tell if a sentence is well-formed, that part of my brain now given over to XML), the old house is looking pretty good.

Exterior paint (needed to be done when we moved in, frankly) has been applied, the missing bits of siding patched, the bedroom and its little roomlet to the side given a fresh new floor and appropriately sized for the era trim, the kitchen got a refresh, and the only real major project left is finishing the built-ins. And then some serious clean up, but the heavy lifting, it's mostly done.

It only took, umm... six months.

Six months is a lot longer than we thought it would take to get the place in shape. I think the spouse thought he could do it all in two weeks (ahahahaha--pardon me while I breathe), and I was working under the 1-2 month assumption.

Since July, it's been "almost done" in my head. Now it's really rounding into that, but wow, can we ever pick crappy timing for this kind of thing. (Hell, we bought the place right before the tech crash cost me my old job! We are EXPERTS and bad timing!)

At some point, we're going to have to make the call: list it in the joke of a market, knowing we don't have that much wiggle room in the pricing; or keep it as a rental and hope for the best.

I'm kind of holding out for option 3: jet engine falls from sky, lands on house.

I mean, we *are* directly under the flight path there...