Plane, Plain

Sorry for the hiatus pals. I took my own little mental vacation while somebody was in Europe. That, and I didn’t really feel like I had anything interesting to say. Escrow will do that to you, I hear.

Now is the blessed period where I get to wait for papers to be pushed, contingencies to be haggled over, and I suppose, buttons to be pushed as well. Like for instance, all I want from the sellers after reading the inspector’s report is a couple hundred bucks off my closing costs so I can buy silly things like Ground Fault Interruptors and—get this—a new entry door where none exists now.

I know what you’re saying, “that dumb SOB is buying a house without a door?” That’s partially true. The current entry door is a metal security door with plexiglas screwed to it inside and out. It’s a dual-pane sham of a door!

I’ve since learned the reason for this, er, inventiveness. Apparently snow piles up in front of said entry and the old door rotted away. That would be your grading and drainage problem methinks and the seller is pushing back on the cost of just the door. What if I hit them with the grading cost too! How about them apples?

I also want to give mad props (in the form of angry sticks used to keep them from falling over) to my peeps (marshmallow) who suggested recipies. They all sound tasty and I’m going to try them as soon as I have the foresight to actualy make a shopping list and go to a market that sells the things you suggested. (Memo to self: They don’t sell prawns at 7-11)

Much more tomorrow, including a new contest! Hint: it involves a clapped-out black pickup truck and waste management!

Your pal,

bob