Househunting and snot
Posted on | December 2, 2008 | 2 Comments
I woke up when I was supposed to be arriving at work this morning. That kind of threw me off, starting my day, staring at my phone, wondering why it forgot to wake me up.
Oh. Yeah.
It was in the living room when I was sleeping.
And I never set the alarm. Go me.
The Thanksgiving weekend ended with a whimper. I am constantly reminded how different I am from the rest of my family. It’s not a bad thing, just an observation. But this visit was clouded with the coming doom – our move from the house on 33rd. I should have known the place would be trouble. I used to work near 33rd in Orlando – which is the prison. Fun times. 33rd is not a nice street – or so I have convinced myself. So, while my normal mood would be cheerful and fun, I found myself very short tempered and prone to sullying a day of thanks with a feelings of self-pity. That’s not the way to spend the holiday. Frankly, I think everyone was on edge. My Mom is muddling through a divorce right now, and her mother died this summer. Alexis is dealing with the divorce in her own way and her husband is overseas. Derick’s job is in a serious slowdown due to the economy. It felt like the entire vacation was colored by ick. Still, there were highlights, like the perfect tofurkey, my brother becoming a drunk Liger and biting my sister (who are both in their late 20′s, I might add), having my sister ask what the best and worst part of our day was with my brother and I answering “The worst was waking with a hangover, and the best is that the hangover is gone.” We shopped, and I bought a new sweater (my mother, of course, had to snarkily comment that it was black), drank too much, and purchased 50 bucks worth of David Hill Farmhouse Red because we didn’t get to go to the vineyard.
David and I, on top of hosting guests, had to go look at houses this weekend. For the money these people are charging, you sure don’t get much. We want to stay in the NE part of the city for many reasons, most of which are because we have ties here – my gym, D’s chiropractor, the parks, and our favorite breakfast place. We looked at two houses that DID NOT offer appliances. One was completely devoid of appliances, and the other had a stove. But most importantly, they were run down. I know what several coats of paint does to a cupboard, and how it sticks. There were 2 houses we have liked so far – on on NE Buffalo and another on NE 58th. The Buffalo house is bigger, with no appliances. It was remodeled recently, but the pergo floor was already bubbling up, and while it had three nice sized bedrooms, the carpet was absolute crap and looked like something Pip would chew on. The other one, on 58th is TINY, and I mean tiny, but when D and I walked up, David said “I have hope on this one.” We haven’t had a lot to hope for recently, so I pounced on it. Well, okay, I’m lying.
I got all pounc-ful (no, not a word in the dictionary unless you write it in, but it makes sense) after this snotty woman and her overly jovial mother walked up. I smiled at her, and she sneered “I’m here to look at the house too.”
Really?
Guess who put her application in FIRST, bitch.
But beyond my pissing contest with the woman, and the fact that it’s tiny, the place is adorable. It’s a little 50′s house with small bedrooms, a tiny living room with a WORKING fireplace (more on that holyshitIlovethishouse excitement later), a massive basement (fully carpeted), a sunny kitchen, and a backyard for my creatures. There were tons of birds and squirrels, with grape vines growing up the arbor, and a funky japanese maple in the front yard (good tree, love that tree!). And the garage is as big as the damn house. Oh, and it has an opener too! Groovy stuff. So, we applied yesterday. I am hoping to hear back tomorrow.
Today, I finally called and spoke with my landlady. My first instinct, because I feel like shit, was to give her holy hell. I did make her feel bad, pointing out that we were leaving as soon as possible because she failed to pay her mortgage.
Then she tried to sell me the house.
I politely declined and explained to her that we needed her as a reference. She needed to answer her phone when people called her and stop letting things go into voicemail. She also wanted copies of the notices left on our door. After stalling for a few minutes, stuttering as I took her to task for being such a shithead for putting us in that situation…..
She tried to sell me the fridge.
I politely declined, but told her I was interested in the washer and dryer. We will take that with us, I think.
She didn’t ask about rent, which is due tomorrow, nor about our deposit. I just want the bitch to answer the questions so we can get a new place and be done with this mess.
And now I am off to complete my day. I found a lot of boxes at work, so I will pack the trunk with those and hope that this whole thing goes smoothly. Regardless, we have a lot of packing to do. Send us good vibes. We want that house on 58th. It fits us. It needs us. And I want a happy place to rest my head.
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December 5th, 2008 @ 11:24 am
Of all the things to mention, my comment will come across as a bit shallow… what’s involved with tofurkey? I use Tofurkey slices, but someone mentioned ‘baking’ a tofurkey (I passed on doing anything on Thanksgiving). Didn’t know that this existed.
Regaring the other, more important things, I hope this is the only time the ‘housing crisis’ (to use media-speak) will touch your lives. This on top of the job-cutting trend makes for an incredibly shameful period (not that we were lacking) in American’t history.
December 8th, 2008 @ 1:13 pm
Yeah, you can get these Tofurkey loafs stuffed with a rice stuffing. They bake for an hour or so and are absolutely delicious.
I hope this is it as well. We’ve had quite a year, with losing my job in July and the house thing. It’s amazing how deep this recession/depression has gone. I thought we would be untouched because we rented, but I was so wrong.