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grown-up monday
Jan. 9th, 2006 10:25 pmI've been sitting here for TWO HOURS with my red editing pen (Sharpie, ultra fine point, like a stick not a triangle.. or, things that my family inexplicably enjoys making fun of me about) out but not a word read. Blogs are really just a tool of the devil, I'm pretty sure, to keep people sedentary and.. soma, dudes. Soma for the nerd peoples. (Oooh, a literary reference that actually counts as literary! What a novel change. HA! PUN INTENDED!)
Yeah, alright, moving on. M and I had more weekend today, as he had to work on Saturday in order to have today off. His job.. do I really have to explain how bad it is again? Anyway, we were all grown-up today, and we met our realtor to look at a house. We have been suspicious to some degree since we found it, because it is $30,000 less than what other houses of a similar size are selling for. Surprise, surprise, there was a reason.. namely, the house sold in November for $38,000 less again than the listing price now, and $5,000 worth of work had been done on it. So.. yeah. I'm not into contributing that much to someone's profits. And, even for the price it sold for in November.. well, it was settling pretty seriously. However, nice realtor asked if we wanted to go look at another house that we hadn't even heard of, and we said, sure! And that is how we ended up at home this afternoon with M on the phone with a mortgage company. Because.. we want it. A lot.
I just wrote and deleted a long paragraph about angst and decisions and all that because it wasn't interesting or new. And even I get tired of worrying sometimes. (Yes! It's true!) Who knows how it will turn up, but at least we have a big thing of importance to talk about now. I guess that's all that matters for now. Our neighbors probably have their fingers crossed (not that we talk to them or anything) as my husband is, as I type, playing the mandolin at 10:23 pm and I am pretty sure that sound carries through walls. Oops.
Yeah, alright, moving on. M and I had more weekend today, as he had to work on Saturday in order to have today off. His job.. do I really have to explain how bad it is again? Anyway, we were all grown-up today, and we met our realtor to look at a house. We have been suspicious to some degree since we found it, because it is $30,000 less than what other houses of a similar size are selling for. Surprise, surprise, there was a reason.. namely, the house sold in November for $38,000 less again than the listing price now, and $5,000 worth of work had been done on it. So.. yeah. I'm not into contributing that much to someone's profits. And, even for the price it sold for in November.. well, it was settling pretty seriously. However, nice realtor asked if we wanted to go look at another house that we hadn't even heard of, and we said, sure! And that is how we ended up at home this afternoon with M on the phone with a mortgage company. Because.. we want it. A lot.
I just wrote and deleted a long paragraph about angst and decisions and all that because it wasn't interesting or new. And even I get tired of worrying sometimes. (Yes! It's true!) Who knows how it will turn up, but at least we have a big thing of importance to talk about now. I guess that's all that matters for now. Our neighbors probably have their fingers crossed (not that we talk to them or anything) as my husband is, as I type, playing the mandolin at 10:23 pm and I am pretty sure that sound carries through walls. Oops.
