So, we survived the landlord visit. We were determined to loathe and despise the prospective tenants, our usurpers, but of course they seemed like extremely likable people, good looking, with a baby and toddler. I shake an angry fist at their niceness!
There are degrees of cleanliness and I believe we achieved a level best described as sanitary, safe and homey. *Homey* is my favorite euphemism... it can forgive a multitude of domestic sins. Scented candles are also handy.
Now we wait. Why is this a recurring theme in our quest for the American Dream? Some of you have asked about our trailer with land offer and the only answer I can provide is: We are waiting to learn more. It seems we chose a complicated fixer-upper... why is this a recurring theme in our quest for the American Dream?
Well, the landlord is gone, the house is sanitary and homey... time to bring the chicks out of hiding...
4 comments:
Love the picture I got of you shaking your lovely fists at 'niceness'. Your humour is priceless Natalie. XO
I had to smile where you write "time to take the chicks out of hiding". You are undeniably a genuine person, Natalie! I like that! Writing one's innermost thoughts takes courage.
and seriously, pip's eyes...
she had me at peep.
So one hurdle leaped -- that's good. And chicks out of hiding, even better. And having the usurpers seem nice takes away the need to spend unnecessary energy there so that works, too.
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