There must have been some impact from my actions, for when I arrived in the driveway and unloaded the machine from the trunk, he waited by the door and held it open as I entered the thoroughfare.
He helped me clean all the carpets in the house. He performed the pre-vacuuming as I prepped up the carpet-cleaning machine. He cleared out assortments of accessories in the oncoming path. We moved furniture. We did it all. It was excellent. And never even a mention about computers or computer programs.
The realtor visits on Monday. And he will suggest to us what he thought needed to be done with the house to sell it at top dollar. Hopefully, most of his major expectations will be met. I chose an assertive successful realtor. We expect him to sell this house for as much as possible and as quick as possible. He expects us to get this house in top sellable condition: It's a two-way street. After the house activity is tackled, it frees my mind to concentrate on other matters at hand; finding a job, moving, finding an apartment, etc.,
I suspect that the upcoming nights in the following week will be filled with cleaning frenzies removing dust balls from the corners of the ceilings and basement walls, for we will be preoccupied the upcoming weekend, where Elizabeth and I will be waffling around the goodly village of Pomona, New York in celebration of a friend's wedding. There, I will be reunited with friends from college. Some of them married. Some of them have married and have had children. Some of them have also become wildly successful in their careers. And of course, then there is me.
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