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August 18, 1997 This morning was misty and grey with spits of rain left over from last night's storms. Big kaboom, impressive storms those were. They broke the heat quite nicely, but there's still a lot of water in the air. As I walked past Washington's statue in the Circle, I couldn't help but think that the weather suited the statue very well. There's Washington up top, squinting into the distance and his horse's mane and tail are rippling forward in the wind, but not in a spritely way, but rather as if they were wet or damp. It was quite a striking sight, the statue so green and looking alive in that grey shifting light, up against a roilingly grey sky. Once again, I didn't feel like writing over the weekend. I was plagued by a vague feeling of antsiness all weekend. And then ... there was the house. Sabs and I started house-hunting yesterday. I'd happened across an ad in the Open House section of the paper as I lay on the couch after ingesting a far too vast amount of Dim Sum at China Garden. This was an ad for a condo just down the street. I read it off to Sabs and he said "Yeah, that sounds cool and we can afford that. Let's go!" So we went. The condo was nice, but not really what we're looking for. It was on two levels with a little loft area and a lot of storage space and an itty bitty closet sized washer and dryer. At the rate we're going we'd be HAPPY with just our own washer and dryer. All of the frustration with the washing facilities at the apartment are starting to overflow. We were going to see Spawn at 5:50. It was now only just before 4pm so Sabs asks if there's any others we can go see. I found one in Old Town and we drove down there, but one look at the outside and we knew we didn't want to see it and the price was out of our range. So we turned back around with the idea of going to peek at this townhouse community we've been drooling over for months every time we drive by on our way to the movies or to T.G.I. Friday's. So we pull up to the community, and well, what do you know, there's actually an open house in one unit today. We parked the car and walked up to the door and this nice Weichert broker lady opens the door and ushers inside. And then my mouth just DROPPED to the floor. Gods this place was gorgeous. It was the builder's model home so it has all of these extra finishing touches, like brass fittings on the a/c vents and wainscoting on the stairs and intricate mouldings. There was a sitting room downstairs with a half bath and the garage, the 2nd level had the kitchen, a gorgeous mirrored living/dining area and a large deck. The 3rd level had a nice-sized Master bedroom and bathroom suite to die for and two other bedrooms and another bathroom. I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven. And then I got the price sheet and Sabs and I nearly put our heads down and cried. We love this house. But it's so far out of anything remotely resembling what we can afford. Oh the frustration of walking in and finding what you want only to have your hopes so cruelly dashed. We exchanged pleasantries with the real estate agent and went out to the car, giving each other despairing looks. So we drove down to Friday's and had us some cold drinks and some snack before going to the movie and worked through some of the financing paperwork. It's not a very bright overall picture that we got, but it wasn't desperately dim either. Basically we just need to start squirrelling some money away. And eventually, we'll be able to come close ot affording that price range. But it'd be nice if we both got big raises first. *sigh* So now I have dreams of house dancing in my head. Spawn I can pretty much say, unequivocally, sucked, except for some of the effects. And John Leguizamo did an incredible job of sinking into being totally and extremely disgusting. Sabs of course, enjoyed it a lot more than I did. So that's the weekend encapsulated. Who knows what will happen this week. |