Ranty McRantpants Gets It On
Sep. 3rd, 2010 03:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clarentineWe had two boatloads of prospective buyers wandering around the farm yesterday. We more or less expected them, though I had thought they'd be out there while we were at work instead of showing up around 4:30 and hanging around until 6:30. What I hadn't expected is that they'd bring a dog. And let it off-leash, even knowing we had dogs (who P. penned, thank you very much, as soon as he saw them drive up) and that their dog did not obey voice commands. I count it a miracle my two in the pen did not do each other a harm while reacting to the obnoxious loose hound pissing on everything and chasing the goose into the lake.
I had asked the Owner to ask the Buyers, one pack of whom had been out over the weekend (and stayed for three hours!) with all their children, to keep their kids away from the dog pen. The beagle barked quite a bit, and not in a "let's play!” voice, at the kids staring and shouting at her on Saturday. So what do they do? They bring a dog for the kids to chase and shout at. Oy.
So I get home, after a long day at work and a slow commute home (car fire on the interstate, making the bus 15 minutes late getting us to the park and ride), to find the "guests". One of the kids ran up to me, wanting to know where I'd been. My considered response, in my best Go Away tone, was, "Where do you think?" He persisted. I kept walking toward the house. One of the adults from the second boatload came around the house from the front yard, where they appeared to be congregating, with the same eager expression as the boy.
That's when I saw the dog.
Before he could push us into let’s-be-friends territory, I asked if that was his dog. He said no, it was the other people's and was there a problem? I think I managed not to snap something to the effect of just wondering whose dog it was running around loose. And then I escaped into the house, leaving him standing there with his mouth open.
***
These Buyers, the Owner tells me, hope to take possession shortly after we vacate the premises (agreed upon, now, to be some time at the end of October, to give the seller of the house we’ve got a contract on time to vacate herself). They seem to love the place, though by their very presence they destroy the main reason I like it (peace and quiet). I suppose I shall have to just grin and bear it for the next month or so, since I suspect they’ll be out again.
If Owner thinks our reception of her suggestions for how to care for her property have been frosty since she accused us of neglecting everything from the fussy flower beds to the cats and chickens, she is in for a surprise. That ain’t nothing compared to the reaction she’s going to get if she attempts to chastise us for not making the Buyers welcome.
(Which, let’s be fair, she probably won’t do. The Buyers are members of that uniquely clueless class of urbanites who think that all is well so long as we love each other, la la la. The kids really are just that earnest. The adults probably fake it well, but they win no points from me when they note, in that earnest tone, how they could never live full-time in the country, away from civilization. I doubt they understand why I might get upset about their unsupervised kids and the out of control dog. Why would they? They’re civilized.)
P. and I observed to each other, while hiding in the house waiting for the hordes to un-invade, that if Timmy fell down the well, we wouldn’t be the ones playing Lassie.
And we will be very happy to be shed of this place and Owners and Buyers. Oh, yes.
***
House inspection yesterday went well – a few small things we will ask to have fixed, I think. P. met the lady whose home it is, and he says she’s friendly and cooperative. P.’s much better than me at making nice, so I suspect she thinks we’re friendly and cooperative, too. *g*
While we work through the financial stuff and count down the days, I’ll content myself with plans for my new office. I’m thinking about a nice, big, stenciled flower on the wall I’m reserving for pinning drawings to. Stencils have been much on my mind of late. Apparently someone dropped a subliminal suggestion for stenciled mums into my mind one night while I slept, because I keep coming back to that image.
Maybe I’ll just go search the web for stencils. Yeah. Retail therapy to the rescue. *g*
I had asked the Owner to ask the Buyers, one pack of whom had been out over the weekend (and stayed for three hours!) with all their children, to keep their kids away from the dog pen. The beagle barked quite a bit, and not in a "let's play!” voice, at the kids staring and shouting at her on Saturday. So what do they do? They bring a dog for the kids to chase and shout at. Oy.
So I get home, after a long day at work and a slow commute home (car fire on the interstate, making the bus 15 minutes late getting us to the park and ride), to find the "guests". One of the kids ran up to me, wanting to know where I'd been. My considered response, in my best Go Away tone, was, "Where do you think?" He persisted. I kept walking toward the house. One of the adults from the second boatload came around the house from the front yard, where they appeared to be congregating, with the same eager expression as the boy.
That's when I saw the dog.
Before he could push us into let’s-be-friends territory, I asked if that was his dog. He said no, it was the other people's and was there a problem? I think I managed not to snap something to the effect of just wondering whose dog it was running around loose. And then I escaped into the house, leaving him standing there with his mouth open.
***
These Buyers, the Owner tells me, hope to take possession shortly after we vacate the premises (agreed upon, now, to be some time at the end of October, to give the seller of the house we’ve got a contract on time to vacate herself). They seem to love the place, though by their very presence they destroy the main reason I like it (peace and quiet). I suppose I shall have to just grin and bear it for the next month or so, since I suspect they’ll be out again.
If Owner thinks our reception of her suggestions for how to care for her property have been frosty since she accused us of neglecting everything from the fussy flower beds to the cats and chickens, she is in for a surprise. That ain’t nothing compared to the reaction she’s going to get if she attempts to chastise us for not making the Buyers welcome.
(Which, let’s be fair, she probably won’t do. The Buyers are members of that uniquely clueless class of urbanites who think that all is well so long as we love each other, la la la. The kids really are just that earnest. The adults probably fake it well, but they win no points from me when they note, in that earnest tone, how they could never live full-time in the country, away from civilization. I doubt they understand why I might get upset about their unsupervised kids and the out of control dog. Why would they? They’re civilized.)
P. and I observed to each other, while hiding in the house waiting for the hordes to un-invade, that if Timmy fell down the well, we wouldn’t be the ones playing Lassie.
And we will be very happy to be shed of this place and Owners and Buyers. Oh, yes.
***
House inspection yesterday went well – a few small things we will ask to have fixed, I think. P. met the lady whose home it is, and he says she’s friendly and cooperative. P.’s much better than me at making nice, so I suspect she thinks we’re friendly and cooperative, too. *g*
While we work through the financial stuff and count down the days, I’ll content myself with plans for my new office. I’m thinking about a nice, big, stenciled flower on the wall I’m reserving for pinning drawings to. Stencils have been much on my mind of late. Apparently someone dropped a subliminal suggestion for stenciled mums into my mind one night while I slept, because I keep coming back to that image.
Maybe I’ll just go search the web for stencils. Yeah. Retail therapy to the rescue. *g*
