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Jan. 9th, 2012 10:24 am( Gaeilge )
... Why is house buying so stressful? Why? No details on the "I don't want to jinx" this thing, also by way of keeping me from dwelling on the current thing more than I am already, which I am trying hard not to do. The next step is to get an inspector out there while I bang on people's heads to get them to cough up details about the work they're already doing. There, is that cryptic enough for you? And then I get to decide if this is out of my price range or just at the upper edge of do-able. Meanwhile the boy gets to pick the next three houses to see, since I picked the first three. This, in retrospect, was a BAD IDEA. So bad.
No, seriously, I am not allowed to make big responsible adult decisions anymore. I want all the shiny and there are stars in my eyes and dreams in my head. But I have not put my signature on anything nor committed a dime just yet, nor will I, except the required dimes to assess the situation more deeply and properly. Because I am a responsible adult even though I REALLY REALLY WANT THE SHINY.
Oof. Other things. Once Upon a Time has stolen my playbook and I freaking want it back. Right down to the Glaucon option. Admittedly he makes a very wee Glaucon, but that's what he freaking did. I will say, though, it is by far not the worst display of Sorcery I've seen. I will reserve that for throttling Sherlock bloody Holmes and Gatiss for stealing my angst angst brood on a high place thing. That wasn't even the original plot point, that was Sherlock goes and broods on a high place to think because that's what Sorcerers do. Rarr. And on the other hand this means all the Sorcery I have left is Nate's semi-competent flailing, tonight. I can live with that.
Right. I'm going to go off, do my work, try not to have house flail, and talk to the Architect about inspectors and things. And email back the realtor lady and thank her and see if she has answers to those questions we had.
... Why is house buying so stressful? Why? No details on the "I don't want to jinx" this thing, also by way of keeping me from dwelling on the current thing more than I am already, which I am trying hard not to do. The next step is to get an inspector out there while I bang on people's heads to get them to cough up details about the work they're already doing. There, is that cryptic enough for you? And then I get to decide if this is out of my price range or just at the upper edge of do-able. Meanwhile the boy gets to pick the next three houses to see, since I picked the first three. This, in retrospect, was a BAD IDEA. So bad.
No, seriously, I am not allowed to make big responsible adult decisions anymore. I want all the shiny and there are stars in my eyes and dreams in my head. But I have not put my signature on anything nor committed a dime just yet, nor will I, except the required dimes to assess the situation more deeply and properly. Because I am a responsible adult even though I REALLY REALLY WANT THE SHINY.
Oof. Other things. Once Upon a Time has stolen my playbook and I freaking want it back. Right down to the Glaucon option. Admittedly he makes a very wee Glaucon, but that's what he freaking did. I will say, though, it is by far not the worst display of Sorcery I've seen. I will reserve that for throttling Sherlock bloody Holmes and Gatiss for stealing my angst angst brood on a high place thing. That wasn't even the original plot point, that was Sherlock goes and broods on a high place to think because that's what Sorcerers do. Rarr. And on the other hand this means all the Sorcery I have left is Nate's semi-competent flailing, tonight. I can live with that.
Right. I'm going to go off, do my work, try not to have house flail, and talk to the Architect about inspectors and things. And email back the realtor lady and thank her and see if she has answers to those questions we had.