All right, you guys: fess up. I am not the only regular, non-whiffing human who really enjoys that first sniff of gasoline when it’s being pumped into the tank. You know, that first little hint, and then it become overpowering and you’re done.
My heinous secret!
I’ve told others of this, and I’m always looked at askance, like, “Ahh…that explains it!” For all you smart asses out there, it’s not a recreational thing, I don’t huff/whiff/whatever, because it’s something I’ve honestly never thought of doing, even if it wasn’t illegal. Yuck. Even when I was a young hot-head looking to experiment with mind-altering…uh…experiences, this was never an option. Ever.
And I cannot be the only one who has this olfactory quirk.
So what does this have to do with the stress of not knowing? Well, it’s a tenuous connection at best, but I know that whenever I’m fueling my car, I can always expect that little, secret pleasure. As fun and/or miserable as life can be with all its whacky twists and turns, it’s nice to know that if, in a
very particular circumstance, you do a, it equals b, not f or qx!
As for what I’m stressing on, in my last post I said we had pulled out of escrow on one house because a house I really wanted had come back on the market. We were one of two bids on the house, and we didn’t have any contingencies, they did, and we were waiting to hear back from our realtor. We were fairly confident that our bid would be the winning one and were mentally re-designing the kitchen, which colors the walls need to be painted and in general talking about what we’d need to do to make the house really slick and cool (you know,when you first move into a new house and you have all these great ideas, and only 10% of these go through as planned!) Imagine my surprise when the next day our realtor called to let us know that the other offer had been accepted, even though it was a lower bid, because they wrote a sob story about their children needing a home. Son of a b…well, you know.
The owners of the house I’m currently renting are really cool. As a former home owner and landlord/lady/whatever, myself, I have always kept them abreast of what is going on, especially with the house hunt, because it’s a good thing. And not only that, Staci has some of the most photogenic children I know, and you’ve probably seen them modeling my stuff in earlier posts. She has been a sympathetic ear throughout the process, but she didn’t know that the amount we qualified for had been raised, because I didn’t think it was worth mentioning. So when she heard of my latest disappointment, she texted me back and said, “I wish you could just buy the house!” After several back and forths and all sorts of other stuff that would bore you, we are know in escrow to buy the house we’ve always wanted from the beginning, the one we’re already living in and loving.
With our track record going here, I’m on pins and needles. I expect something to be too much, such as insurance. Homeowners insurance here is quite dear, because we’re right in the middle of the forest during one of the worst droughts in California history and summer brings a rash of forest fires that puts one on their toes during this time. This is included in our monthly payment. That’s what is worrying me. I have several insurance agents searching for a not so god-awful expensive policy. I am keeping my fingers crossed!
As for my knitting, I’m plodding along at a snail’s pace, snatching what time I have to do a couple of
Figuring out how long to make the ears and how to place them.
rounds and then regretfully, putting it back in my yarn satchel. Yes, I have a yarn satchel for my WIPs, don’t you? Even though this is a relatively easy knit, because I’m making so many modifications to the original pattern, written by Cassidy Clark, it moves very slowly. Backing up, doing knitting math, and seriously trying to envision what you’re going after. These take time. Hopefully, I will have a bunny wabbit that looks somewhat cuddly.
See you in the funny pages!