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March 04, 2007
How the Weekend Really Went
Due to much screaming in the night on Friday from a fevered, ill child, the fabric-shopping didn't happen. I don't doubt that Clara Jane was sick. Believe me, a person who's well doesn't sweat that much. Or scream that much, for that matter. B. made a midnight run to Walgreens to buy a new thermometer. We're such good parents that we no longer had one.
According to the new $30 thermometer, Clara Jane's temperature was 96.3 degrees. That would have concerned me, except my temperature registered the same as hers and I felt fine. Despite that, I thought it best to cancel the fabricing and the thrifting to prevent our younger shopping partner from getting sick.
This meant that, while B. worked in the yard, I was in the house with Clara Jane, doing everything in my power to prevent her from destroying the house before the 12 - 2:00 lookers arrived.
The bad news: As evidenced by Clara Jane's declaration that mushrooms make her sick (they don't), she's discovered the power of illness. "I'm sick. I need _______________________ (orange juice, cookies, a set of monkey wrenches, my own wheels, world domination, whatever you're having) to make me feel better." That's what I've heard all weekend.
Does this child look sick to you?
I didn't think so. That was recorded on Saturday morning, when I could have been shopping with Beqi instead of frantically trying to protect the sanctity of my clean, tidy house.
(For the record, Clara Jane's become a YouTube junkie. This dance was inspired by watching the damn kitty cat video eight bazillion times.)
This time the people had the manners to actually come inside and look at the house. Whether they buy it or not, we don't know. They'd better, because we spent an hour at our new house today and let me tell you, I didn't want to leave. I took a lot of pictures. Like this one:
My dear, darling, wonderful pal PKB joined us, along with her 7-year-old son, who Clara Jane believes was sent from the heavens above to be her personal entertainment center. Luckily, Lil' B. adores Clara Jane, and my oh-so-sick child spent the time playing football.
B., ever the pragmatist, noticed all the imperfections we missed last time we saw the house. Things like a leaky toilet, and ... I can't remember. I sort of tuned him out and thought about all the new things I noticed: the amber glass doorknobs throughout the house, the entryway light fixture that looks like boobies, the ceramic tile floor in the downstairs bathroom ...
PKB and I spent a great deal of our time leaning against walls and talking. Not just about the house, but about the stuff we always talk about, all while the kids ran through the house, laughing and playing.
It feels like home. Unlike our current house. B. finally got the last of the storm debris under control yesterday. Today, he went to the roof to clear off some branches. Seems that one of the branches, possibly flung down, dagger-style, by the hand of God Almighty, had broken several laws of physics and impaled our roof. For awhile it was looking like we were going to get eight years out of this house without making an insurance claim. Guess not.
Maybe tht's why those people didn't view our house on Friday. Perhaps from the street, they could see that our roof had a giant stake through it. "We would prefer to not live in a housecicle. Let's move on."
Before B. made this discover, I stood in the backyard at the new house with PKB, flung out my arms and said, "Look! No trees to fall down!" I never thought I'd consider that a selling point in a house but let me tell you, I've officially had enough of these sorry leafy-assed motherfuckers.
Oh, I'll plant trees at the next house. I'm going to plant those teeny-tiny little Japanese maples that will forever remain smaller than me. Perhaps I'll occasionally punch them in their teensy little tree necks.
Posted by Robin at March 4, 2007 09:16 PM
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So I watched CJ, which was adorable, then had to watch the cat dance video since I'd never heard of it. Now "and I dance dance dance dance dance dance" will be in my head all day long instead of the Danzig you planted in my noggin last night.
I can't say it enought though - what a beautiful place! So happy for you.
Posted by: Exena at March 5, 2007 07:21 AM
Beautiful! I love the chimney moon and star, and the bathroom tilework and the arch details and ....well, everything! I think we ended up buying our Portland, OR tudor house because it reminded me of my grandparents St. Louis tudor-style house of the same era. I just love them!
I'll keep my fingers crossed for a speedy sale for the "crapshack." ;)
Posted by: christine at March 5, 2007 08:50 AM
Good luck selling your house. Your new house is absolutely gorgeous. I live in a area where the majority of the houses are new construction. I wish I had the option to buy something with as much character.
Posted by: Lynette Cook at March 5, 2007 11:52 AM
Ohhh, it's just wonderful!!!
Posted by: JO at March 5, 2007 12:19 PM
Great Pictures! I like it!!! :)
Oh, and I can't get that cat song out of my head either...
Posted by: Debbie at March 5, 2007 01:36 PM
When you say that the Crapshack has sold, you'll hear a scream outta me from all the way over here.
Posted by: Dixie at March 5, 2007 03:00 PM
