The numbers mentioned on the house were too high for the work required (which I am lowballing – couldn’t know how bad the damage is until we get it inspected, which we’re not doing for the price it’s offered at).
Beloved loved the apartment. He hasn’t said that, but I know him. He was grinning and nodding and his eyes were open wide.
We had our best laughs when I walked into the bathroom closet, and then around the corner. The corner in the closet. The bathroom closet.
We have yet to say “we’re sending a check tomorrow,” but he knows I’ve moved the money around, and he knows that I told the girls that while we won’t tell them it’s definite, the only remaining question is what room will function as what.
Unlike the house which is for sale, it is not touching the fence between it and the train tracks. But yet, when I got off the T to meet Beloved at the apartment, it took me all of FOUR minutes to walk from the stop to the door step. And in that four minutes, we said hello to representatives of three different families we know well.
And while we were on the balcony, deciding what kinds of chairs to put out there, we glanced across the street to see someone jumping up and down in their picture window, waving arms wildly. Beloved said, “Is that [J’s friend]?” and I said, “No, I think it’s [J’s friend’s mom].” Beloved said oh, and adult wouldn’t jump up and down like that. I said oh yes she would! and then the jumper jumped straight out to her porch and said, “HI!!! Move in!! Move in!! The neighbors are great!!!” (It was the mom. We volunteer together at the kids’ school. I like her a lot.)
E keeps asking “Are we moving in? Are we moving in?” She’s annoying me. But I don’t know why we aren’t just saying it out loud. I guess because first I had to call the house person. And then I had to turn on American Idol.
(Okay, we just told them – we’re dropping off the check tomorrow.)