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Adventures in Moving #2

August 14, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

Oh my goodness. Last weekend was crazy. It all started with a realtor who brought clients to see our house not during her scheduled appointment time. (Background: house showings are scheduled in one hour increments through a centralized showing company. This allows us time to prepare, leave the house with the dogs during that one hour, and come home hopefully to a contract? Yeah, not yet.)

Saturday, this particular showing went down like this: we received an appointment notice, cleaned like crazed people, vacuumed, turned on all the lights so the house looked its best, removed the third floor barricade (dogs aren’t allowed up there since I shampooed the carpet), left the house at our appointed time and walked the dogs in 100 degree temperatures finally crashing at neighbor Harry’s house. Thank you, Harry!

pool with fountains on

At the end of our scheduled hour, we went home, turned off the lights, barricaded the third floor, turned off the pool fountains, armed the house alarm and left for lunch. It was 2:00. Fish tacos were calling my name.

Thirty minutes later, the realtor showed up well past her appointment. She set off the alarm and the dogs who went nuts (rightfully so). The showing company called to let us know our alarm was going off. No joke. That’s how it works. We rushed home. The realtor and her clients seemed unfazed by the fiasco but of course the house was dark, the third floor was barricaded, the dogs were crazy, the whole thing ridiculous.

Not an ideal house touring scenario.

Oh well.

The next day at our open house, someone took my prescription medication right out of the zippered case inside my bathroom cabinet.

Yeah. Wild.

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Our crepe myrtle show.

August 12, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

The first year we lived in our house, we planted a crepe myrtle in our front yard. To make an impact right away, we bought a decent sized tree, large enough that we couldn’t carry it home in our car. The guys from the nursery delivered and planted it on Thanksgiving Day which we thought was strange timing. Of course because of that, we never forgot the day it joined our yard.

Unfortunately, our crepe myrtle was always a poor performer. She never bloomed very well.

Until this summer.

Of course this summer, the summer we decided to move, our crepe myrtle is putting on a gorgeous show with heavy hot pink blossoms visible from both our downstairs and upstairs porches.

Maybe she’s happy because of this summer’s below normal temperatures (and by below normal I mean 95 degrees instead of 105 degrees).

Or perhaps our above average rainfall is responsible for her enthusiasm.

Maybe she’s doing her part to improve curbside appearance, trying to help us sell the house?

Or maybe she’s just saying goodbye as we prepare to walk away.

the view of our crepe myrtle from the upstairs porch

view from upstairs porch

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Musical Pairing:

Zac Brown Band, As She’s Walking Away

adventures in moving #1

August 7, 2014 By Talya Tate Boerner

I haven’t been writing or blogging much because I’ve been busy with moving adventures, cleaning and working on my mile long to-do list. Selling a house is backbreaking work. I wonder if anyone has ever died from such a thing.

Last weekend, we cleaned out our garage. Luckily on that particular morning, we had rare cool temperatures, the most pleasant August day in Dallas I remember in over twenty years. It was as though the city was trying to persuade us to stay. See, it’s not THAT hot… Yes, yes it is.

Garage cleaning was a huge project. In the twelve years we’ve lived here, our two-and-a-half car garage had shrunk to barely a one car garage because of the stuff. A sea of unorganized stuff. We dragged everything out, sorted, grouped, stacked, hauled off, etc. This picture doesn’t tell half the story.

Yes, we are the people who will be moving a hay bale from Dallas to Fayetteville. It’s all part of our autumn porch decor.

And speaking of Fayetteville, here is a sneak peek of our new (old) home. It has a wonderful porch too! I plan to be there in time to see the leaves turn.

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