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Eight showings. Good feedback. No offers.
Those are the results of Groovy Home’s first week on the market. We’re a little disappointed, but far from panic mode. Should we fail to get any offers over the next two months, though, our realtor Hailey will have to talk us down from the ledge. Or, at the very least, start medicating us with copious amounts of alcohol. Meanwhile, in other news…
[Mrs. Groovy here. Whoa, cowboy! Before you move on to other news or hit the Ripple, take a step back. There’s no way we’re staying on the market for two months. I’d pull the listing before we do that. Keep in mind our expectations were very high from all those folks who told us to be prepared to move out quickly. It’s not even two weeks yet. And a similar house at the end of our street just went on the market. Its list price is $5,000 higher and it’s smaller by 200 square feet. That should bring us some traffic.]
Groovy Ranch
Plans are done and have been sent to the engineer so he can determine what needs to be done to make sure Groovy Ranch remains upright for decades to come.
While we’re waiting for the engineer to do his thing, Mrs. Groovy and I are putting together the bidding specs for Groovy Ranch. We should have that done next week.
Coffee with New Old Friends
I don’t know if this is a testament to the collegial nature of the FI community or cultish nature of the FI community, but Mrs. Groovy and I have yet to meet an FI blogger in person and not form an instant bond. This past weekend we had the pleasure of meeting Vicki from Make Smarter Decisions and Women Who Money, and her husband Jeff as they made their way back to New York from Florida. Fabulous people. And I’m not just saying that because they’re from Upstate New York, know every word to the Erie Canal song, have a profound appreciation for the wort-infused subtleties of Genny Cream Ale, and are inveterate Parrotheads. No, I’m saying it because they’re genuinely nice people, and we had a blast meeting them. It was like catching up with old friends. [Mrs. Groovy here. I told Vicki I was very happy to see you and Jeff exchange phone numbers because you’re not exactly a social butterfly. Vicki and I will have to make sure you two don’t go mashugana at the bar at FinCon.]
Vicki and Jeff are the fifth couple we’ve met in person through the FI community. Here’s a list of all the great folks we’ve met face-to-face so far:
| Blogger | Significant Other | Website | Blogger and Significant Other Are Awesome | Blogger and Significant Other Are Semi-Awesome | Blogger and Significant Other Are Not Awesome |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Fritz | Jackie | The Retirement Manifesto | ✔ | ||
| JW | Lucy | The Green Swan | ✔ | ||
| Jillian | Adam | Montana Money Adventures | ✔ | ||
| Claudia | Garrett | Two Cup House | ✔ | ||
| Vicki | Jeff | Make Smarter Decisions | ✔ |
Is That a Ten Gallon Hat? Or Are You Just Enjoying the Show?
When the movie Blazing Saddles came out in the early 70s, I was a youngin, and I really didn’t understand why everyone in the movie theater cracked up at the below scene.
Well, a couple of years after Blazing Saddles left the theaters, my understanding of human biology and amore ripened, and the “ten gallon hat” scene suddenly made sense.
I decided to share this snippet from my wonder years because something akin to the “ten gallon hat” scene happened this past weekend. Mrs. Groovy and I were in Crooked Creek Park for our daily constitutional and we met Buddy, a beautiful dog that definitely had some husky in him. We talked to Buddy’s owner, Jeff, for a good fifteen minutes, and Mrs. Groovy asked Jeff if we could feature Buddy as the dog of the week on our blog. Jeff graciously said “yes,” and Mrs. Groovy snapped a picture.
Anyway, a few hours later, I heard Mrs. Groovy laughing hysterically in the living room. When I asked what was so funny, she beckoned my to see her picture of Buddy. For whatever reason—be it the onset of spring, pheromones from other dogs wafting through the air, or Mrs. Groovy’s fetching red hair—Buddy was clearly “enjoying the show.” And Jeff clearly forgot to bring along Buddy’s ten gallon hat.
Mrs. Groovy and I suddenly faced a dilemma. Our website has standards. Sure, we’ll veer off every now and then and connect dingleberries and transvestites to the world of personal finance. But showing a picture of a male dog with his manhood in an agitated state? That’s a little beyond the pale.
So to maintain this site’s PG-13 rating, we employed the fine art of digital manipulation. Here, then, is a more family-friendly picture of Buddy.
Fight-O-Meter
Sorry, Fritz, but Mrs. Groovy and I have had another week of zero fights. I know this is freakin’ boring, and I would surely love an opportunity to reduce Mrs. G’s seemingly insurmountable lead. But there simply hasn’t been anything to fight about. Our designer has been very responsive, the builders have been very helpful, and Mrs. Groovy and I have been eerily harmonious when it comes to developing the specs for our project. Perhaps this will all change once we actually pick a builder and start to build Groovy Ranch? Perhaps a real donnybrook will break out once the framing begins? Or when the windows are installed? Who knows? All I can do is dream. [Mrs. Groovy here. Yeah, keep dreaming.]
Final Thoughts
Okay, groovy freedomist, that’s all I got. Hope all is well in your neck of the woods. Peace.
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