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House Inspection and Flower Show
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Day off
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Another exercise in disrupted plans

House Inspection and Flower Show

Ooooo….I love the house. OOOooooo…I love the house. OOoooooo….I love the house. Reader, there are rosebushes in the backyard and quite possibly more storage space than what I’m living in right now. There are some problems, yes, but they’re fixable. And that’s fabu.

Most notably, there’s a problem with the birds and the bees.

No, I’m not being saucy, you devil you! ๐Ÿ˜‰

There is a vent in the attic that doesn’t have a screen on it. SOooo…some birds managed to enter the attic through the vent and create a nest. Not just a nest, but a NEST that goes from the floor to the vent. Yeesh! There are also a few carpenter bees who have entered. But they’re fixable.

This afternoon, Mom and I went to the Philadelphia Flower show and had a wonderful time! Rather than cropping the photos meself, I decided to let Ofoto do all of the hard work. To see my gallery, you’ll have to create an ofoto account. But it’s free, and the don’t really harrass you much via email. My souvenir? A leeeeetle lucky bamboo plant. Luck is always good, my friend.

Day off

Ah. Day off. I’m blogging leisurely from bed and recovering from yesterday, which can only be called one of the more stressful days of my short managerial existence. But that was yesterday.

This morning at 9 we meet our Buyer’s Agent (someone you all know already) and go to “The House” for a Home Inspection. They’re inspecting the major systems of the house, plus searching for termites. The way this deal has gone, I almost expect for there to be human bones found in the basement.

Yesterday, Thor and I signed an addendum to the contract stating that close date would be on or before May 31, but could be as much to 30 days later, if need be. And yes, Time IS of the essence. Sucka.

After that, Thor will retire to bed, and MomandI will go to the Philadelphia Flower Show. It started on Sunday, and I’m hoping the flora isn’t dead by the time we get there. I plan to take photos, which I’ll store on my computer with LAST year’s Flower Show Photos…never to see the light of day again. Hey, I’m a realist. Sometimes.

More later…feeling dozy again. *Yawn*. Mmm…day off.

Another exercise in disrupted plans

Tonight, MomandI had tickets to the Wings game, located at the Wachovia Center.

Once upon a time in Philadelphia, we had a stadium that served our baseball and football teams. It was old, and could have used work, but it was far from horrible. However, we now live in an era where people want stadiums with gourmet food (hot dogs? how gauche!), playgrounds (heaven forfend children sit and watch the game), and views (um…shouldn’t you be watching the GAME?)

So a new football stadium was built. And a new baseball stadium is being built. Both for teams that are, frankly, less than deserving of new digs. But the venerable old stadium is still there, awaiting implosion. Having two new huge stadiums/entertainment complexes sucked up a lot of space that was originally for parking.

There must have been an event happening at the Wachovia Spectrum tonight, because it took MomandI 40 minutes to travel the 3 miles to the Sports Complex from the bridge. And the only parking left was behind the new football stadium. Which would have made for a 3/4 mile walk. Usually, we’d be up for it, but Mom’s knees are sore from a tumble, and it was darn cold out.

So we went to Bucca di Beppo for dinner instead! Gimme carbs!

In other news, I picked up new glasses today. They’re a pretty big departure from my usual wirerimmed frames. These frames are a brown plastic ‘horn rimmed’ style. Five years ago and five years from now they’d be seen as nerdy. But today, I like them.

Played DAoC but missed Brian and Marilyn because I was getting my glasses when they were on. Oops… ๐Ÿ™

Edited on 5/19/08 to add: Four years later you’re still wearing those frames and they’re still stylish. Who knew? Then again, we have one more year to prove 2004-Kim right.

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