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So today was the first day the house officially went on the market and we had FIVE showings, thank you Jesus! This house is so clean it’s scary, but I guess it’s paying off because everything went great and people said all kinds of nice things. Now we just need one of ‘em to show up with a dang contract.

Ok you guys, I have to tell you something funny.

I’ve mentioned my next door neighbors, the Master Gardeners, right? The ones with the tiered rose bushes, koi pond, fountain, manicured lawn and cutting garden? They are such sweet people and great neighbors; I’m really going to miss living next to them. Well anyway, about two years ago I looked outside one afternoon and saw Mr. Master Gardener and a white-haired gentleman I didn’t recognize both walking across my back yard very deliberately as though they was measuring it, or marking it off or something. Later that day, he approached me with a big smile and said excitedly, “Russ is a golfer, isn’t he?” I replied that yes he used to play a lot, but he had gotten so busy he rarely took the time anymore. Mr. Master Gardener’s face lit up even more and he said, “Well, pretty soon he won’t have to go any farther than his back yard!” Apparently he and the white-haired gentleman (another neighbor, but one I’ve never met– retired Naval officer) had plans to install a 9 hole, par 3 private GOLF COURSE, incorporating several neighbor’s back yards and the common area that ties them together. And darned if he didn’t!  Within a matter of days, (and for no apparent reason) I had an actual putting green complete with a cup and a flag at the edge of our back yard below my garden boxes.

Here’s the deal: I always thought if you wanted to live by a golf course, you bought a house by a golf course–so to suddenly have one out behind my house with a hole actually in my yard was kind of weird. But sweet Mr. MG was so excited and proud to provide this for his neighbors that I didn’t have the heart to put a damper on it. I mean, what was the harm? He totally takes care of the whole thing, including the green in my yard– waters it daily and trims it himself with a push mover and clippers. It’s just a lovely-looking lush manicured green circle at the bottom of my yard… that people rarely use. I’m talking only a handful of golfer/neighbors  have actually played on it in the two years it’s been here, so it has certainly not been any kind of imposition or nuisance. Frankly, I don’t give it much of a thought one way or the other– until we listed the house! When we were cataloging all of the assets our home has to offer, I suddenly remembered and almost apologetically I told Lynne, “Oh yeah, there’s also kind of a little golf thingy in my back yard, but we could probably get rid of it if we needed to…”

So you can guess how this story ends, right? Yep, that little afterthought is now known as Selling Point #1: a private golf course! Everyone seems to be so intrigued by the idea, it’s one of the first things people ask about. They can’t believe that they don’t have to pay any kind of fees or dues, and that someone else takes care of it completely. Lynne said when she showed the house today it was a big hit, especially with the men. Yes, thanks to my sweet neighbor I now have a wonderful asset in my back yard, instead of the faintly embarrassing white elephant I thought I had!

I’m kind of a marketing genius that way.

An Autumn Potpourri… (Which sounds way classier than “Completely Chaotic Blog Post”)

OK, yes– I am aware that every single breathless detail of our upcoming (hopefully soon, dear God) adventures in selling this house and moving into another one do not necessarily make for riveting blog fodder.

I know that.

But hey, that’s what my life is currently consumed with, so please indulge me for just a bit, m’kay? If you are nice about it, I might just have Charlotte make you a buttermilk pie… (Aside: Charlotte made her first buttermilk pie ever this week, and it was absolutely perfect. Seriously. On every level. Creamy and custard-y? Check. Top browned to a pale golden color? Check. Smooth, tangy and faintly rendolent of pure vanilla? Check. Ate the whole thing in less than 48 hours? DANG RIGHT.) Want the recipe?

But I digress.

Things around Chez Taff have been in a constant state of motion this week. We’ve been getting this house ready to list, while simultaneously working on all of the financing stuff and preparing an offer for the one we have our beady little eyes on in Columbia. Mostly I’ve been busy with ‘freshening up’ our front porch entry area– which is real estate talk for repainting the front door and trim and borrowing a set of really cute planters from Lynne, my friend/realtor/chicken purse owner.

Wanna see?

**Before…

**Meh. Annnnd After:

Good, right? And how cute are those little punkinhead guys with the pansies for hair?!

**Close-up:

(Buy my house and I’ll get Lynne to throw them in.)

We had an actual professional-type person come video the house and take photos for the MLS listing, and if you could have seen all of the running around and shoving stuff out of sight that went on at the last minute, you would have lost all respect for me laughed your head off! So basically the house looked all picture perfect and clutter-free while the closets kinda looked more like this:

Anyway, my task this weekend is to paint the garage doors, and then start trying to empty the closets and storage areas. Apparently it’s not good form when showing a house to throw yourself dramatically in front of your closet door and scream, “DON”T LOOK IN THERE! Take my word for it, we have really nice spacious closets. With built-ins. Just try to picture it in your imagination… BUT DON’T OPEN THAT DOOR!!!” So, I think we’re going to have one of those POD thingys delivered to our driveway and rent a backhoe start boxing up all of the closet stuff. And then have the mother of all garage sales.

Well, that’s about it from around here. Russ conveniently took off for Myrtle Beach just in time to miss the Great Closet Clean-out of 2011, bless him– but I have a sneaking suspicion there will still be plenty of things left to do when he gets back…

So, what do YOU guys have going this weekend?

Tori Taff

I’m Tori, and I’m a late-blooming Baby Boomer. Read more!

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