...Barely tolerable, I daresay...

We met the real estate agent/broker dude today at the lesser of the two houses we have to deal with.  Still alot to do to get the back yard emptied of the stupid pop up trailer and camper top.  Oh, and let's not forget the collection of old broken bricks and plywood.  Good grief, what didn't my FIL collect.  Don't forget the barrels of gravel and a home made bin full of sand...  Lots of sand.

Broker dude wanted us to list the property now, but everyone knows now is a dead time for real estate. 

I did battle with the carpet in my room today.  I think I am winning.  I also did battle with the mess left in my closet by my sister.  Apparently she liked to dry herbs in there because there are dead leaves everywhere.  Doors knocked off their tracks, dust everywhere, cobwebs everywhere else and all my cross stitch projects that were nicely pressed and clean and waiting to be framed were bunched up on the floor and filthy.

I closed the door for the first time to clean behind and found all the post it notes she's ever had still stuck to the door.  Thanks sis, I needed those.  Just add to the pile of shit I have to clean.

Yesterday afternoon, I did battle with the dining room carpet where it joins the tile kitchen.  I'll say I'm winning that battle as well.

The battle with "the room".  I'll just call it a draw at the moment.  (I think it's going to kick my ass in the end)