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I don’t normally get riled up when driving, but the one exception is a particular stretch of road on my way to work.
Particular stretch of road
It’s simple enough, really. If you want to take the left ramp, stay on the left. If you want to go right, merge to the right.
Ideal
The problem comes from the idiots who refuse to merge until the last minute. All the safe and efficient drivers have already placed themselves in the right lane earlier. Ideally, there should be a nice smooth entrance to the highway without any need to slow the traffic. Instead, you get this:
Reality
It’s one thing to merge later when there’s little traffic, but to pull that shit during rush hour is unforgivable. And it’s not as if these are drivers who were unable to change lanes earlier. They simply speed past the other drivers, who are not driving slowly, to create a mess at the entrance. They slow traffic to a crawl as they force themselves into the merge at the very last bit of ramp.
Leaving me to exclaim, “Fucker…fucker…fucker…fucker…” to each and every irresponsible driver who would not only slow me and everyone else down – but put us at greater risk for accidents.
The only satisfaction I get is when an 18-wheeler or some other enormous vehicle sees this shit and moves over to straddle the line, blocking those idiot drivers. I love those guys.
Muted Gold from KILZ Casual Colors
Oh – and I learned how to use a paint sprayer. Fun times. After pictures of the den and living room to come soon.
The new house is at a stand still. I can’t pick a paint color for the main body of the house. For months I’ve had the idea of a color in my head, and now I can’t seem to find the right shade.
I had planned to move in as soon as the paint was dry. Argh.
I’m going out to for more paint samples today.
I’m not normally this difficult. Really.
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a little.
I closed on a house today.
Suddenly all the work I wanted to do on it right away is very real and overwhelming.
Not to mention the furniture shopping.
I know it’s going to be good. I do. I’m just suddenly acutely aware of my new responsibility.
(Before and after pictures to come.)
The night before Thanksgiving I asked my sister, “You don’t think either one (Brother #1’s wife and Brother #2’s girlfriend) will bring up the house, do you?” We decided they wouldn’t. And they did. Twice.
I wouldn’t know how to even begin to fully explain my relationship with my dad. I’ve written before about the years around college. Since I’ve been back home (to graduate and then save for a home) things have generally been okay as long as no mention is made of future plans. Any discussion in that vein ends badly because my dad seems incapable of accepting change. He would be perfectly happy for me (all of us, really) to stay home forever. Unfortunately for him, I would not.
So this last year since graduating I’ve been saving and watching the market. I’ve explored every avenue I know to explore from agency listings to “for sale by owner”s to HUD listings to foreclosures. I’ve watched for available land in the possibility of building. All along I’ve wished that he was the father I could ask to help me sort out all of my options and have even said as much to my sister.
He’s been aware of the fact that I’ve been looking, but he hasn’t appeared to accept the certainty of the move. Now that I’ve found what I believe to be the right home, he’s suddenly very interested in giving his dissenting opinion – not of the specific house but of buying a house in general. He hands me a card for United-Bilt Homes that he’s had for months. (Much like the summer before college, he was against any other school but our local one until late July. Then – when the move to Florida is imminent – he asks me why don’t I look at these other Texas schools.) He criticizes me for not looking into other options but ignores my attempts to explain that I have.
I’ve begun my 10-day option period and will be meeting with a home inspector Thursday morning. If all goes well, I could close by December 22nd!
And yet, once again, what should be an exciting, happy time will be shadowed by regret that my father can’t be the father I want need him to be.
I didn’t hear anything until Saturday morning. My last offer wasn’t accepted. Neither was that of my competition. I waited the rest of the weekend to hear back after countering before I finally told my realtor to withdraw my offer. The longer I waited, the more doubt I had. This didn’t feel right.
Last week I walked into a home I liked. This morning I walked into a home I loved. And I knew it immediately. I took family to go see it this afternoon.
I’m leaving in half an hour to make an official offer complete with signatures and checks.
I went to see the house again last night with family, and the realtor told me that someone was making an offer on it. I thought about it for a moment before telling her I was ready to do the same. So I went to her office this morning, signed a few papers, and wrote out a couple of checks.
I should hear from her by this afternoon. If they accept, inspections still have to be made before I would finalize the purchase. If not, I know that I did what I could.
And I’ll keep looking.
I’m still knitting, only in random spurts. I was working on a pink cardigan for my sister, but it was all wrong. I eventually frogged it and will think of something else to do with 7 skeins of pink cotton.
I recently started a pair of socks, Ripple Weave Socks by Charlene Church (Ravelry). I’m using Zitron Trekking Pro Natura in #1604. The blues and greens are beautiful, and I love the ripple effect. Pictures to come once I turn the heel.
Another project I want to start soon are the Squirrelly Swedish Mittens (Ravelry) for a friend of mine who loves – you guessed it – squirrels. I plan to make them in camel and white, and hopefully complete these in time for Christmas. That’s the idea, anyway. 
I’ve looked at more homes in my area (including some recent foreclosures), and my mind still keeps going back to the one house I saw Monday. I’m going to see it again tomorrow.
It’s price and location are right, and, more importantly, my heart says it’s right. My head keeps trying to convince me otherwise. That’s just fear, I think. This is the biggest, most expensive ambition I’ll have taken on.
