Buyers still haven't backed out of the deal, so there's a chance we will actually sell that old house. Before we do that, though, we have to fix all the items on their 'fix it' list. The list includes some reasonable stuff: re-caulk some of the siding, fix a broken window (that we didn't know about), install a GFI outlet in the kitchen, electrically insulate the water pipes from the gas pipes (??). It also included "put a light bulb in the crawlspace light fixture". Mmm... I honestly didn't know there was a light fixture in the crawl space.

The list also says we have to replace the weather strip on one of the windows. That weather strip was something I added one winter many years ago, and which lasted until the first time someone opened the window. It isn't original equipment. But they want it replaced. Fine. Whatever.

In other house news: still no cable. They never came back to finish what they started two weeks ago.

And here's my new favorite fuck up: when we moved, we submitted a Change Of Address form with the US Post Office to get our mail forwarded to the new house. That's a simple process. Unfortunately, because our new street is still not in the USPS's official list of streets, mailers have started addressing our mail to a truly non-existent address: combining our new house number with the name of the closest known street. The USPS has even started putting stickers on our mail, telling us to "Notify Senders Of The New Address" - with this new wrong address on it. Luckily, the mail carriers who actually bring the mail to our house know how to handle this, and so our mail still gets delivered.

There's a fox in our neighborhood. Last week I saw him/er take a leisurely stroll around our house, down our driveway, and up the road out of sight. The cats freaked out. I pointed at the fox and told them: that is why you aren't allowed outside! Pepper responded by cleaning her foot. Tricksey tried to claw through the front door.