Hubby and I always figured our tastes were pretty simple. Wood, clean lines, darkish wood with a touch of red. So we start looking at assorted furniture places around here and online. Eek. I never knew our tastes were platinum-plated and diamond-studded in the budget department. We aren’t ready to buy just yet so we might be able to recover from the sticker shock by the time we have to actually get some of this stuff.
It’s been a busy weekend. Yesterday signed all the mortgage paperwork. Today put in the taxes, which can’t be finalized until we get a statement that won’t be happening until mid-February. Both days check out furniture in assorted places, looking at ideas and possibilities, mostly. Spend the rest of the day with heads spinning madly.
I think we’ve committed to buying a house. Eek.
Expect intermittent and strange as the whole process goes through the systems. I did not expect to go from making the offer to accepting the counteroffer in under 24 hours.
Of the chapter, that is. After this chapter is done, I move into a sequence that promises to make my main character’s life even more miserable. So far she’s had it easy – although she doesn’t think so.
In other news, if the nasty white stuff that’s supposed to fall out of the sky isn’t too bad we’ll be seeing more houses tomorrow, and hopefully being in a position to make an offer on at least one of them.
worth of wordage added today. Hopefully I can improve in this tomorrow and get back into the writing loop.
I’m a lot better off when I’m actively producing wordage. It’s something of a pressure valve for me. Besides, this piece is fun. Ah, SFF… where else could you get away with an entire culture that worships scatological puns?
We’ve now seen three houses – house #1 ranks as “we could live there but has potentially serious problems”, house #2 is partway through renovation and will be magnificent when finished – but we are not the people to finish it. We don’t have the skills to do it justice. House #3 is “unless we find something seriously troublesome or it gets snapped up we’ll probably make an offer”. Now for the difficult part: trying not to fall for the place and staying rational for a second viewing and through any further process, as well as looking at other places in our target zone.
This is – big surprise – consuming lots of mental energy, so writing while it’s continuing is doing so at a crawl. I think I managed all of two paragraphs today. Which is still better than zero, so I’m counting it as a plus and hoping to squeeze more in somewhere.
Houses, that is. This weekend is the first house visits with the realtor.
Not the pretentious self-styled “arte” with which the would-bes afflict us, but the real thing, or as close as you can get to it online: a virtualized view of the Sistine Chapel, post-restoration. Yes, this is the real thing. If you look closely, you can see the unevenly faded fabrics along the walls, and small tears caused by old cloth becoming brittle and pulling away under its own weight. You can also see unevenness with the floor tiles, and other such things that make it clear that this is actual footage of the chapel and not anything cleaned up, perfected, and shopped. About the only thing that’s missing is the crush of other people taking the tour.
Magnificent. Should this generation produce something half so wonderful, it will have done well.