Human and Artichoke Hearts
Thursday really could have been disastrous. After Wednesday night's bad news (go back one entry for the details) it would have been very easy and I suppose even justified for me and my wife to get into some emo version of real estate depression. And we did for a few hours but then this incredible thing happened: We got B off to school, my wife called in sick, we talked briefly with our realtor for a pep talk and explanation (a pretty good one, all things considered, I took G to preschool, and then for several hours my wife and I just hung out together, sans house, sans children, and sans depression. We went out to lunch, we ran various errands, and somewhere in the middle of the aisles of Bed, Bath, and Beyond I was given Reason #2451 of why I love this girl so much. To anyone wondering what to look for in a mate, let me offer a little sound advice. Find someone you can test smell scented candles with. This is, as it turns out, much more important than whether or not one party can bare Steel Magnolias again or all the reasons why the other party just has to have the import version of the very best of Herman's Hermits on CD. It's all about the candles and if you can find common ground on whether or not to get the Granny Smith Apple or the Mango & Cucumber then you're pretty much set. Kids, mortgages, car payments, and, yes, home sales will all fall in line once you light a candle or two.
I have also found the other cure for real estate anxiety: Costco. I mean, I already loved Costco but sometimes I really love Costco. But here is the real "Oh My God" of Thursday night's Costco run: We bought nothing but food and healthy to semi-healthy food at that! No CDs, no DVDs, no books, no toys, or socks. Just food... lots of it and in massive quantities. What is the road to human happiness? I am not terribly sure except for the following: On one side of the street you have to find something or some things to put your faith in. It can be your marriage, your God (or whatever name you wish to call Him), humanity, or the even that Axl Rose will eventually come out of hiding (I suspect I will run into him at Costco). On the other side of that road to human happiness there is a large -- very large -- jar of artichoke hearts.
J
Song Line of the Day: "It’s the same as you turn around and swear you’ll come back to me, Don’t you really mean you’ll get back at me?" - Jason Plumb, from his song "Back At Me"
I have also found the other cure for real estate anxiety: Costco. I mean, I already loved Costco but sometimes I really love Costco. But here is the real "Oh My God" of Thursday night's Costco run: We bought nothing but food and healthy to semi-healthy food at that! No CDs, no DVDs, no books, no toys, or socks. Just food... lots of it and in massive quantities. What is the road to human happiness? I am not terribly sure except for the following: On one side of the street you have to find something or some things to put your faith in. It can be your marriage, your God (or whatever name you wish to call Him), humanity, or the even that Axl Rose will eventually come out of hiding (I suspect I will run into him at Costco). On the other side of that road to human happiness there is a large -- very large -- jar of artichoke hearts.
J
Song Line of the Day: "It’s the same as you turn around and swear you’ll come back to me, Don’t you really mean you’ll get back at me?" - Jason Plumb, from his song "Back At Me"