Whomever said that purchasing a new home was a joyous experience was an idiot. O.k., maybe that statement is a little harsh. But for what it’s worth, it really isn’t it all it’s cracked up to be. While lawyers talk, banks tabulate, appraisers appraise and dollar signs spin, I am growing old and impatient. From what I’ve been told everything is going along splendidly. Earl assures me that we will be celebrating the holidays in the new home. I want to celebrate Halloween in the new house, but we all know that’s not going to happen. Time has screeched to a blasted halt. I am ready to move NOW! He’s betting on November 14th. Who the heck knows. Nobody has given us a date yet and our real estate agent is sitting back counting his commission. He’s handed us off to the “transaction handler”.
On a more somber note, we received word that Earl’s brother Rick was in a pretty bad motorcycle accident last weekend. He was banged up pretty good – fractured pelvis, broken wrist and arm (with six pins in it now), sprained ankle. So Saturday we headed down to Philly to visit him in the hospital. He seemed to be in pretty good spirits. I helped him out by shaving his head and face for him (he trusted me since I’m experienced in the head shaving area) and that seemed to cheer him up. He’s a determined guy and he’ll come out of the whole thing o.k…. a little wiser I suppose.
The roadgeek in me is quite excited as the new expressway is opening at the end of the week. I’ll be able to take the expressway all the way to work and cut 10 minutes of the trip in the process! Very nice.
