I feel pressed for money right now, though I know that over the course of the next month I have plenty to go around. Even without Woody paying me. Like, that was my comfort zone; one person not paying me & I could still scrape by. I hate the scraping, though, and moving is not a free endeavor.
Continue reading Fingernails on a blackboard or two dogs fighting over a rabbit.
I was out late, up late, last night. I didn’t roll into bed until 4, and I didn’t roll into sleep until after 5:30, if my trying-to-get-to-sleep-at-the-time memory serves me correctly. I woke up at first this morning at 10:30 and then lay in bed until 11:30. I’ve always liked taking an extra hour or so to just lounge about in bed before the day starts. I really makes things feel okay. Starting the day off slowly seems to help remind me that there is no real reason to hurry through life. No reason to “Save Time”; time is for spending.
Did I tell you I’ve basically finished my home hunting? That little house I wanted to rent, the one that was right in the neighborhood I originally wanted, the one that was $125 less/month then the next cheapest rental in even the extended area I was looking in, through some amount of finagling, will be mine. Because my work hours do not allow me to meet with the rental company offering it, I had to do some things out of order to get an application to them before anyone else’s and get it paid for as well. I have yet to meet anyone related to the house, though I have spoken to several of them over the phone. Regardless, within 24hrs of the time the first person was officially allowed to see the interior of the house, 6 applications (in addition to mine) were submitted. Mine was the first, and the first processed as a result, and (because I have “great credit”) it was approved first and I get the house. Hooray!
I feel like I must have something to say. Every time I try to think of something to put here, the only things I can think of are passing distractions; the new REM album or the movies I watched this weekend or the number of lunches I had today. Nothing of value. Nothing with substance. Someone remarked to me recently that I “don’t know how to have a conversation that isn’t serious.” I said something like “I never understood small talk” and went back to talking about what was on my heart and mind. I think they just sighed and tried to pay attention.
Is that what you are doing now? Sighing, trying to pay attention as I type miles of text about my own trivial experiences? I thought at first that the idea of an audience would just encourage me to write, but I think now it scares me. Some of the people who know that they can find me here… I don’t know… I just feel like I can’t be myself when they’re around. I have no way of knowing whether they’re around, either.
Look, if you don’t really care, why are you still reading? Is this some form of rubbernecking? Are you hoping to see a glimpse of someone else’s pain, and willing to wade through everything else I spew out? If you do care, why did you let them remove the nearby Taco Bell?
On the way over to the finance officer’s office today for a meeting during an extended lunch, Iain got rear-ended at a stoplight. Luckily, neither one of us appears to have been injured, and the car really just has more character now that it’s rear door is concave instead of flat. Also, I got to my meeting on time, even if my finance officer kept me waiting a couple of minutes. So, while I went over information about buying a home, Iain made many calls to insurance companies, friends, family, the police, etc., letting them know about the events that had occurred. Hopefully that will be resolved fairly.
I do not have an actual Pre-Approval yet, but based on my credit history (good, with low outstanding debt) and income I may be able to afford as much as $115,000 with no money down. Interestingly, I am still also considering renting, if I can find a better option that I can find in a home for under $115k. Whatever. Bottom line is that I need a place to live, and plenty of options are available.
Oh, and Iain will be even more pleased when he gets a replacement vehicle in the (relatively) near future.
So, I was thinking of just adding a comment to my existing log rambling about looking for a house in the area I want to live in, but I decided that since I’m not bothering to scroll down to see if there are new comments, no one else is, either.
So, Like I said, I’ve contacted some people about possibly buying a house, and based on the information they game me, that I would probably be able to afford around $100,000, I started doing some searches online for homes for sale in 85281/85281 under $110,000. Unfortunately, this leaves basically condos/townhomes and houses east of McClintock. Truly, the houses east of McClintock in Tempe are closer to where I work, and about as far from my gym & grocery stores, but I’m not sure that I really like the feel of that neighborhood.