Author Archives: fitz

I’ve no idea if this is venomous…and don’t want to find out the hard way.

My realtor tells me the market has been incredibly soft for the last two months, and that with the summer coming to a close, he expects things to pick up. I have a showing tomorrow (perhaps they’ll be charmed into … Continue reading →

I’m decidedly un-hip, but my neighborhood, Northside, is quite hip indeed – or perhaps “bohemian” is the better term. For years, it was touted as an “emerging” neighborhood; when I bought my house, it was at best in the nascent … Continue reading →

It occurs to me that my wish for a new (old) house is my version of a midlife crisis. I turned 45 today, and if family genetics bear out, that is indeed about midway of this my mortal life. Hell … Continue reading →

I’m selling my house not because I want a new one, but because I want a particular new one – a 1915 Craftsman-style home, for which I’m currently under contract contingent upon mine selling. (It may have been the yard … Continue reading →

Whether or not I end up moving (my fingers remain crossed it will happen), it seemed appropriate to begin divesting myself of stuff I don’t use, wear or need – and even culling those things I do use or wear, … Continue reading →

Let’s take a little trip up to the top of my house, to where I (might) need help. I’ve mentioned before that if my house doesn’t sell (though of course I’m still hoping fervently that it does…and does so in … Continue reading →

“I pray thee peace, I will be flesh and blood; For there was never yet philosopher That could endure the toothache patiently, However they have writ the style of gods, And made a push at chance and sufferance.” — William … Continue reading →

I tried a new, though inadvertent, sales tactic today: locking the viewer in the house. The realtor and her client arrive 20 minutes before the scheduled appointment, just as I was finishing my final “show prep” (which means turning on … Continue reading →

Just two days ago, I was lamenting the fact that there were no house projects on which I could work, because it would be beyond foolish to dig into something guaranteed to make a mess. Oops. Yesterday evening, after arriving … Continue reading →