The Bubble Couple

Carol and I are living in a bubble.

Have been for a couple of years. We will experience one of two outcomes:

1) The bubble will burst and we will crash and burn.

2) The bubble will be set adrift on a breeze of hope and, ultimately, deliver us to peace.

We are sitting on this rat trap of a house which has magically become valued at much more than it's worth. Selling it is the only chance we will ever have of both being retired together and living the rest of our lives in peace.

Our realtor is coming out to the house for the third time in 2 or 3 years; he'll be here Thursday. We have come up with strategies each time to make the house sellable before putting it on the market. Carol and I have followed through - having a company haul all the fucking trash - 36 years worth out of here. Before that we rented a huge dumpster, and Carol and I cleaned 3,000 tons of trash out of here ourselves.

We hired a company to come in to the cellar to get rid of mold. This required an enormous amount of work; stripping sheetrock, moving shit around.

We have tried for years to get handymen over here to do outside work, with very limited success.

Finally Carol called the realtor recently and said "Fuck it, we are done fooling around. Let's just list this motherfucker and see what happens." I'm not sure she used those exact words.

The realtor is coming out to take another look around, and to give us advice. He is a friend of Keith's; we trust him.

Either we sell the house or we don't.

If we don't, we crash and burn and live our lives trapped in a hell of our own making.

If we do, we finally get the peace and comfort we have worked our whole lives for.

2022 has been an up and down fucked up year.

The roller coaster ride continues.