Condos and Caribou

May 15, 2005 20:03

My mom called me yesterday and told me the appraiser was coming over, so I should clean my room. It was a bad connection so it sounded like she said: "the oppressor's coming over tomorrow, so you should clean your room," which was funny, cuz, like, why would The Man need a clean room? And that was one of those funny-when-it-happened moments that loses everything when you retell it...

Anyway, my mom shared her new life plan after attending a Blacks In Government conference in Alaska: sell the house, move to Anchorage, and start a new life up north. Land is cheap! she says. There's nothing there, I say. They pay you to live there! And there's a reason why. I know plenty of wonderful people from Alaska! And they've all left Alaska.

Yesterday, my mom made her signature scrambled-eggs-and-franks for breakfast, but substituted the pork for reindeer meat without telling me and Lisa. She thought the surprise was fantastic, and I can't help feeling like it was supposed to win us over. (If you're wondering, it tastes like spicy, chewy hot dogs)

Well, our 2-bedroom Seatac condo was officially appraised at $85K. Ouch. There goes my mom's big plan, though I like to think it was just a menopause-induced dream.
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