don't mind me. I'm tired of counting these hellishly hellish episodes.
but today it's all good.
PT ONE - we demurred (love it!) from purchasing the heap o' ants and trouble, so our agent and I did serious scouting, seeking a new landing strip for the monkeytown team.
I am I. not we. we didn't go. we don't want to look anymore because we are worn down and tired and grumpy and weird. so we came down to i and I stepped up and hit the road on thursday and of course it was 95 cloying miserable sweaty degrees and my car forgot it has air conditioning.
I started out looking sharp, hair in place, plaid (golf) capris (my husband's joke. ha. ha. I don't golf and they're not for golfing). I was a smart looking babe with crisp white shirt and a hopeful smile on my face, but by house five I was a frizzy frazzled lunatic - my hair a series of zzzzzs going every which way, parting in the middle, my clothing rumpled and sweaty, my face glowing (as they call it in the south) with body oils and sweat, crazily limping (and being of "a certain age" using every bathroom in every house we looked at to the concern of my agent) (who shouldn't be concerned!).
but did I care? I did not care. I was on a *MISSION FROM GAD! (*blues brothers) and GAD DELIVERED! woot to you wherever and whatever you are GAD!
I found two contenders. of the two, the first we bid on in earnest but it went to a buyer who was willing to pay cash (!) and the other went to us, who are not paying cash but are willing to pay a premium. :)
it's a pretty house. much better than the disappointing ant house. tomorrow inspection. i'm renting a car* to get up there and get measurements, etc. we're moving at lightening speed. thus far, our buyers are closing on the 30th which means we must vamoose.
I'm thinking of renting pods to move to MA to be placed in our driveway here and then delivered there so we can load and unload as we choose. I don't know. I won't know until all the elements combine - like bread dough coming together and slowing rising to a perfect soft warm thing.
PT TWO - *on friday, after a grueling back and forth and all the hell over MA drive, I decided to get my car into the shop and have the AC repaired along with an oil change. I asked them to give it a critical looksee and tell me if there was more than the usual rust/rot we get up here in the NE and was worth of the 1k investment in a compressor.
the mechanic actually stepped outside his comfort zone and visited with me along with the guy at the front desk. uhoh.
at subaru, you don't see the mechanics - just the suave folks who give you the bad news and run your card. the mechanic told me to not put another penny into my baby. there's a slight noise in the engine. no one knows what or why but it will get worse.. also the brakes are very worn (KNEW IT!) damn. it can go another couple of months or it could simply stop where it is, dead. or the brakes could fail. dead me.
so in addition to a new house. another monkey car.
AND Saturday I dropped my phone on the wrong floor and the gorilla glass shattered. COMPLETELY. shocking! it works but when I swipe the glass, my fingers are shaved. so a new house, another simian vehicle and a new phone.
life is not easy and it's become painfully expensive.
PT THREE - my granddaughter, the ginger will be coming next week to help me pack and while we work we'll talk politics and men and bullshit and argue and watch movies later in the evening as she face blabs with her friends and takes sneaky pictures of me at bad angles and cracks herself up. she is a fierce worker and I expect this house will be packed and ready to go by the time she leaves to shoot off to key west to crew on sailing vessels and be a beautiful wild thing. while she's with me I will fill her belly with cheesecake brownies and my meatballs in sauce and she will gab away a mile a minute and laugh and fill my heart with the most exquisite joy.
she's magnificent and I love her like crazy.
life is not easy but damn it is good!