Quiet, Stressful Times

Quiet, Stressful Times

Selling a home is stressful.  We’ve lived here for a number of years, we think it’s worth more than it is, there are hurdles, rules, contracts, appraisals, inspections, and negotiations.  It’s rough.  And it’s why we’ve been radio-silent lately.  We’re under contract.  Things are moving along. 

Sell, You Fucker.  Sell.

Sell, You Fucker. Sell.

My buddy Joe showed me this article in the early days of Dappered.com.  He always thought of the last line when watching the numbers rise in Google Analytics, “Go, You Fucker.  Go.”  And I can’t help but think about it as we go through showing 

Sunk Costs: Why It’s Hard To Purge Our Belongings

Sunk Costs: Why It’s Hard To Purge Our Belongings

I read the other day that reporting on the cost and casualties of war can sometimes lead to increased support and investment, because people don’t want the investment to be for naught, and the first thing I thought of was all my stuff.  Not joking. 

The Best 2 Bedroom Condo Deal in Chicago

The Best 2 Bedroom Condo Deal in Chicago

The realtors we’ve met with agree on one thing: our place is going to be a screaming great deal for somebody.  Why do I know they agree on this?  They want us to list low, they know the market is terrible, and they see that 

And this is what I think of every time I see a Massachusetts license plate

And this is what I think of every time I see a Massachusetts license plate

Peter Griffin from Family Guy performing The Spirit of Massachusetts … is the spirit of America. photo credit: sardinista | I’ll tell you what it’s not for, son. And when I do, you’ll understand why I can never go back to Sea World.

It’s Time For More Time

It’s Time For More Time

It’s 3:02PM and we have eight minutes to make the 3:10PM train to Chicago.  We knew it would be tight — we were planning to take the 5:55PM — but we’re headed home and we want to get there so we’re hustling and fretting and 

Message from my 15 year old self – get a life.

Message from my 15 year old self – get a life.

Last weekend we were tearing apart the storage closet – trying to make sense of piles of scrap wood, boxes upon boxes of screws and nails, gardening supplies, miscellaneous sporting goods, and other junk that hadn’t been touched in years – when I came across 

Parting of the Inertia

Parting of the Inertia

There’s no work in walking and it fueled the talk I would grab my shoes and then away I’d walk Through all the stubborn beauty I’d start at the dawn Until the sun had fully stopped Parting of the Sensory – Modest Mouse I’ve been