After several weeks of dejunking, organizing and stashing things out of sight, we are ready to list our house. This time we're going to use the services of a local realtor, and we've narrowed it down to two: one is a genuinely nice guy; the other is a well-oiled selling machine. We're meeting with genuinely nice guy again this afternoon, and then will decide who gets the honours.
How I am looking forward to daily vacuuming, cleaning toilets far more frequently than I care to, and generally being far too tidy. I only hope the house sells quickly.
Mike has gone to Maple Ridge to pick up a U-haul trailer so he can haul a load of stuff up to storage tomorrow. On Monday morning, he's picking up the building permit, which finally found its way to 100 Mile after sitting on someone's desk in Williams Lake for nearly a month. Cariboo time. We'd better get used to it.