Ahh, Lara never writes here anymore. I’m tempted to stop using this blog and use the other one I started some time ago. I like that one because the one person in particular who stalks me here doesn’t know where that one is at so I can say what I want without worrying I’ll get grief for it later. It’s the Pure Med Spa thing that keeps me keeping this blog going. I get a new note every few days from people screwed over by that company. It has gone through about four or five incarnations since being called Pure Med Spa, yet it keeps on ticking and stealing from the public. Seriously, the FBI needs to get involved.
My baby girl is getting bigger and bigger. I do write on her blog DaysofIsabel. I don’t keep it up as often as I envisioned in the beginning, but more frequently than I would have expected. I love my babies, both the 11 month old baby and the 11 year old baby!
This has been a weird week of running into and reconnecting with old friends. First, I ran into a lawyer friend I had lost touch with a few years back. Then I reconnected with a guy I dated so long ago, all the major grownup things in my life had not happened yet. Then I ran into my old paralegal from the toxic snake pit. Then yesterday I visited with a high school chum at his garage sale. It really has been interesting reconnecting with all of these people. I hope we can maintain better contact going forward.
We live in a neighborhood of old, lovely homes. They are high-end homes from the turn of the century. What I like about most of them is that they are sedate and solid, without being ostentatious or pretentious like so many of the disgusting mansions are these days. There are a few that are a bit too large, but mostly they are just really gorgeous older houses along a ridge that overlooks the city.
Apparently, one of our neighbors in one of these houses either passed away or moved to a nursing home. There has been an estate sale going on for the last three days. On the second day, after fighting yet again to get out of my driveway because of all the foot and parking traffic, I discovered what was going on and went over to investigate. It isn’t often I get to go inside one of these lovely old houses.
The surprise was how truly unspectacular this particular house is. It certainly has the potential to be restored back to its original splendor, but as is often the case with old houses, it has been bombarded by ugly from the last several decades. Hideous carpet covers much of the hardwood floors. The bathrooms are tiny, the fixtures old and nothing special. The kitchen is dated circa 1960, but not in a good way. And the worst transgression is that someone built a covered porch thing out in the back that blocks the view from the house. It’s hideous and large and seems not to accomplish much in the way of being a nice place to sit outside.
There were signs offering the house for sale at $632,000. If I had that to spend on a house, I would not buy that one. I think $400,000 is more its range, considering all the updating that will have to happen. I also overheard some discussion about issues with the plumbing. Of course, based on the prices these estate sellers were asking for simple junk, I’m not surprised someone is thinking they can get that amount for the sale price. There was a set of big, old speakers they had priced at $800. For some reason there was a lot of old stereo equipment and they wanted 100s of dollars for each piece. I have been looking for an older stereo and record player and based on what I have seen out there, those sellers were smoking crack to think an old set of speakers could bring $800. They had a couple of old amps similar to those I have seen at other sales for which they were asking $250 and $300. Nuts. That’s how most stuff was there. Some things were cheaper; they were offering 50% off anything under $50. I bought a Shaft record in perfect condition for $1.50, a ceramic pot from Italy for $6, and a stuffed bunny for Isabel for .50c. But most of the stuff was overpriced and nothing special. They are going to have to drastically reduce to get rid of a lot of it. Much will likely end up in a landfill. This is how it goes at the end of our life if we have collected a bunch of not much.
Today I have a lot to do. I have to finish some applications, pay some bills, finish an article, go shopping for baby party invitations, make a risotto, get the house ready for the busy week ahead, type a petition, and get some other petitions ready for hearings on Tuesday. Tomorrow I have “oral surgery,” what they call it when they inject bone into the hole in your head where a tooth fell out 15 years ago in order to make bone grow for an implant. Fun stuff. They say it won’t hurt as much as a filling, but we will see. I am not working though, in case it hurts more or for longer.
Isabel is up and crawling around. It is time to get started on our day. We cuddled for several moments when she first awakened. I love snuggling her. She is my joy.