I get kind of jittery when the phone rings lately. You never know when it could be a call from Publishers Clearinghouse that will wipe away all my worries with a big check or even an all-expense paid vacation. Or you never know when it might be a call from my new friend, Jen at Weichert Realty, looking to set up an appointment for a showing.
So I am always on high alert, ready to jump to attention, to sparkle-shine the floors, vacuum the carpets, de-clutter the kitchen counter that is a magnet for useless papers and kid junk and leash up the dogs for a quick evacuation.
More often than not, however, the call is from my mother, wanting to chitchat about last night’s dinner or the status of our home sale, which she does not support. (But more on that later.) This Tuesday morning, when my Spidey senses tingled, the call was in fact from Jen. A Realtor wanted to bring someone by at 1 p.m., she said. Was I available? Continue reading
