So I’m a bit terrified. I’m going to be greatly outnumbered — but my friend Iuli would have come along had she not been moving this week, so thanks to her — but I can do this.
We’re off to tour possible wedding/rehearsal dinner/reception sites in Florida. I’ll be mostly off-grid — call my cell-phone if you need me.
I’ll call you as often as I can, ’cause I’ll need all of you.
It slipped my mind, I’m sorry to say.
On Wednesday, February 15th, 2006, I entered into contract to buy a 1910 “pre-Craftsman” (as described by Mandrina) in south Everett.
It’s a longer commute than I really wanted, but I can deal with that. It has a garage in the basement; an unfinished basement for us to finish in the long run; 3 bedrooms (although I count 2 legally); a wood-burning fireplace; an ancient bathtub Mandrina is obsessing over; a mostly-flat and large backyard; AND an intact roof and foundation!
It’s being sold by a guardianship in trust of some old lady — there’s a backstory containing some research I dug up that’s rather endearing about her recently departed husband — so it’s taking longer than it otherwise would to close, but come March 27th, we’ll be closing on the house.
Okay, so the electrical system needs to be completely redone, but the unfinished basement is making that a $3000 job, rather than a $10,000 job. Even needing to buy appliances, I think we’re going to be happy there. Glitch might not, as he won’t have any good windows, but what can you do.
Want to see? I took this picture (it’s not as good as anything Jonathan takes, but hey, I’m lazy and busy. =])
Cute, huh?