OK, I won't!

paper chase

Today I chased papers.

First to the bank to get a form showing that I had the money I am using for the downpayment. Not just that I had it but that I had had it for a long period. I guess they want to make sure it is not mafia money.

Then back to the Mortgage Broker, Mike. The form did not say quite what he wanted, so he called the lady at the bank and we had a 3 way for a bit. Finally Mike was able to download the pertinent informtion.

Then he said they needed a copy of the permit for the addition that was done in '99. They called and were directed to another Mike. Calls to him went to his answering machine and he did not return calls. I said I thought I could get the information that was needed,

Took me about 10 minutes and I had a 4 page copy of the original. Lots of interesting information there.

We may buy this house yet.

Tiny and simple looks pretty good.

house? not sure

Having never bought a house before, I thought it could be done in a reasonable amount of time, but I may have been wrong.

We went to visit Shar’s mother (95 years old) to return to a flurry of emails from people we had never heard of before. There was a request for an engineer to examine this and an inspector to inspect that. All with fees and charges and on a house that was to have closed this week.

Shar fired off an email saying that we are not happy and that Dave is prepared to walk away from the deal. It looks that bad.

So I am in full fledged revolt. It seems that the statement that I am ready to walk away from the deal and sacrifice the money I have put into this project seemed to have caught some attention. I am not joking. The added fees and charges that are being asked for could easily be more than I have already spent, and I see no reason for it and of course, this means a delay for an indefinite time on the closing.

The question of the day: Will this fire up activity, can the closing be this week as scheduled or will it all be torpedoed? Not sure.

Daughter 1 bought a house some years back. At closing there was a $2000 charge that had not been discussed earlier. They got up and said “Make it go away or the deal is off” and they walked out. The charge went away.

Her suggestion: be patient, but rattle cages if necessary. Not sure about the first, but definitely on the last.

I once owned a VW bus of this vintage. It was not a pop top, but I built a pretty decent camper inside. Loved that rig.
Then I get to remembering a bit more about it. 19 or 20 mpg. Lots of 45 mph time going up hills. No AC, not much heat. A new engine every year and my nostalgia wanes a bit.
Until I stop to think of all of that I wish I had another one.

clean up time

It had been about two weeks since we were in my house.

Last evening when I walked in, it smelled a little off. I turned the kitchen light on, but the light did not. I didn’t think too much about it for a while, then I opened the refrigerator door and the light did not come on there either.

That was not good. I opened the freezer door and punched a bag of veggies. Gooey soft. Ouch. The refer had been off for long enough to defrost everything.

So I started cleaning out the freezer. Then the refer.

Along the way I was taking an armful of stuff to the garbage can and I dropped a glass bottle of the nasty hot sauce. The kind I might have eaten a bit of once, but not now. It shattered, of course. The floor is tile on concrete!

The whole house was filled with the full pungency of that hot sauce. While cleaning up there were times when the hot was enough to make breathing a bit interesting.

In time it was all cleaned up and put away. Half cup of baking soda helped the smell on the tile floor.

I guess it was time to clean out the refer and freezer. Now the refrigerator has that just moved in look!

This is about the time she graduated from high school. 

Three of my 4 daughters are red heads as was their mother. 

Does it amaze any one that I am partial to redheads, though I am married to a blonde now?

Love you Dea.

Happy Happy my daughter

Yesterday was the birthday of my third born.

For the next six weeks, she and her older sister will be the same age. I think some call that “dutch twins.” They have been good for each other through the years.

Birthday daughter lives in the San Francisco area. Wheels turn north and south, so see each other with some frequency. Her older son graduates from the University of Southern California (which, interestingly, is not a state school, but private!).

She has always been the outgoing daughter, the one always concerned about the welfare of others (her mother was really good at that one also). She has been an inspiration to all.

Her career path began when she was in high school. She worked for a small  print shop. Since then she has worked at all phases of the print industry, ending up as a graphic designer, the kind that is well paid for her work.

So, Dear Deanna, happy day after your birthday. I love you. (So does your new step-mom!)

My youngest daughter (Lia) a long time ago. Her daughter (Emily) looked so much like this when she was that size!

Savannah

Last weekend I attended a great grandson’s baptism.

While waiting for the end of the service I looked down the pew and saw Savannah. She is about 5 maybe, one of my new great grand daughters.

She looked at me and I signaled for her to come closer. She did an we had a conversation about not much. Then I asked her if I could hug her. She nodded her head. So I gave her a gentle grandpa hug. She was happy.

Shar has over 45 great grand kids (I have none), but now I am their step grandfather and I see them with now and then. There are two other cousins, Brooklyn and Hailey who call me grandpa  and come running for a hug.

All of this reminds me of the time my little girls were that size and of all the times I hugged them. Later it was granddaughters. Emily practically grew up in my house. I have hugged her thousands of times.

But my little granddaughters are not even teens any more. OK, the youngest is 17 and on a fast track to adulthood.

I miss all of those little ladies. I really do.