Met some more neighbors yesterday. Unfortunately they stopped by just as D was putting dinner on, and I thought they were more people from whatever church the Previous Owners attended wanting to invite us. I don't think I was really rude, but certainly not welcoming. They managed to tell me they had questions about recent house prices in the area, and convince me they were alright, but dinner was still ready, so I asked them to return in an hour.
Thankfully they did, and it's kind of an involved story. Two friends, Mike and Dave*, Mike in the apartment, Dave sitting in a friend's house around the corner, the "friend" who owns the house wanted to sell it to Dave, for an exorbitant price. And they wanted to have a better idea of what was around this year. So, we gave them the tour, which was enjoyable for all. Then they invited us to come see what "friend" had, and we all compared and agreed "friend" was an unrealistic user who is not sitting on the gold mine he thought he was. Mike had been to one of the open houses for our house, and remembered us. We are fairly memorable - and I say this because so many people seem to remember us, not because I have any idea why. And after a while, we both were sure we remembered Mike as well. He and his GF thought about buying our house, but were not quite to the point of buying a house together then. Timing is everything.
The "Friend" wants about $100K more than is likely, in a smaller house that needs a new roof and the kitchen is torn up, bathroom is tiny, and the woodwork has all been painted over - by him.
They understood about my reluctance to be friendly when I first opened the door, and I think we made up for it. And they could smell how lovely dinner was, which I made sure to give D credit for.
Dave is an amazing artist, gorgeous paintings that just draw me in.
Oh, and I broke my last out of work streak. I was only second to last room last night. I did offer to stay, but the scrub asserted the happiness of a pig in shit, and the circulator had been called off Monday and needed her hours. I did give her an I&O† break. Home just before 1700±.
Much cooler today. Going to look for a door. Maybe check out the Cinco de Mayo festival on the west side, avoiding any actual Mexican restaurants though.
*Anyone named Dave or Mike does not get a pseudonym, as it would be pointless.
†Intake and Output, critical in critical care, all carefully measured. Among nurses this qualifies as a Joke.
±Yes, I like the 24 hour clock. If I were really hardcore, it would be Zulu time.
2 comments:
people can be so unrealistic about what their house is worth!
My compliments to the chef, as they say..so good to have someone else able and willing to cook!
gz,
Any meal cooked for and served to me is at least twice as tasty. D's getting pretty good, under the principle of get good ingredients, add enough spice, and don't mess it up. I'm completely grateful.
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