Evan baby is off to his camp today. Someone I never met called me and asked me to drive their kid to camp with Evan. I said I would do it. Evan tells me he has known the boy for years and considers him a friend. I can't get over calling a stranger and putting your kid in a car with them. What if I was an alcoholic or a total screwball (shut up!) or something?
Josh baby is off to his camp tomorrow. Matt baby is off to his summer european adventure on Friday. Then I take a motorcycle safety class to pass my motorcycle road test so I can drive my new scooter. (No Mrs. Bean jokes!) And then it's up to utopia for a minute until I come back and start tossing the crap we should have tossed years ago. I figure I'll be going back and forth a lot during the three weeks that were supposed to me my 3 weeks off to relax and recoup and maybe regain some of my lost zen and that thing they call sanity. You can tell it is summer season by the thousands upon thousands of miles I am going to put on my truck in the next 5 weeks.
Looks like we don't actually have a house buyer after all. I knew it!! (I told the realtor to keep showing the house and not to miss any opportunities.) The buyers, formally known as hunters, from now on to be known as assholes who wasted my time by needing to see my house 5 times before making a realistic offer, want to close on July 5th, which is unreasonable. We said after the 24th and they think they are driving a hard bargain by saying July 8th. I said they could pay for the movers to pack me if they ned me out so fast or go the fuck away and leave me the hell alone. Luckily we speak through the realtor who interprets for me. I knew these people were trouble all along. My instinct is never wrong. Never.
I know the reason I am so incredibly (my head is about to explode) stressed right now is because there is no concrete plan for the near future. I hate being plan-less. It is as plain and simple as that. Hopefully a sincere house buyer will come along soon. One who doesn't think I should be on my knees with gratitude that they are buying my house. One who understands that I am not desperate so they can't steal it away it away from me (with half of my furniture tossed in because I am just that at frantic to sell the house pffftt!)
BTW, we closed in new town yesterday and I realized that my furniture is not going to fit in the new town house anyway. I don't know what I am going to do. I could take out windows to make space for my stuff, but that seems a tad overboard, don't you think? I actually liked the new town house better without the furniture in it. The biggest thing I need to do asap is paint over the bloody diarrhea colored paint in the kitchen. Did I tell you that they paid someone to choose that color? Unbelievable. Also, that the same stager paints other houses the exact same colors? I can find them on the internet listings. She likes bloody diarrhea in the kitchen and christmas tinsel silver anywhere she can get it. Living rooms and bedrooms, any place is good for the tinsel. I will need to paint the living room in new town too, tinsel is just not as urgent as the kitchen.
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