One week ago today the house was officially put on the market.
Rooms were cleaned, carpets vacuumed and all traces of "us" removed. The stage had been set.
Right away the showings began and we quickly established a routine to get all the blinds raised, lights on, personal items stashed, tote bag packed and scram.
Meanwhile, Brett's mom and sister had driven up from Florida for a visit. Mid-week we took them into Charlotte to see our oldest son's downtown condo. From his 15th floor, the signs of city living loom large and the skies had begun to darken.
Thing were looking very inviting around the pool until large raindrops sent us back indoors.
Back on the homefront the showings continued and a few offers trickled in.
With talk of a hurricane named Florence on the horizon we decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather on Thursday and have lunch on the patio. The last of the watermelon tasted especially sweet on this late summer day.
Friday brought a 3rd offer and a request for a 2nd showing.
It also brought more warnings that Florence might make her presence known in our part of the state in the form of power outages and prolonged heavy rain. It seemed like a good idea to stock up on groceries and water. Since there were no afternoon showings I spent a few hours in the kitchen preparing a few things to keep us fed.
The granola jar is stocked.
A loaf of banana bread awaits.
The flashlights, candles and oil lamps are handy.
Cars are filled with gas.
The last task will be filling the bathtub with water. If the power were to go out, this water would be necessary for toilet flushing.
This morning the news coverage is heartbreaking to see so many areas along the coast being flooded. My prayers go out to the people who are being directly impacted and also to the many people who are working around the clock to help where they are needed most.