I signed the paperwork to refinance my house today. The mortgage company sent a notary to my house so I didn't have to inconvenience myself at all. The notary was of the same person-type as Office Extrovert with whom I worked last summer. For the rest of the afternoon, I proceeded to have mild anxiety attacks about whether there was a catch amongst all those papers (which I reviewed and compared with the papers from the last refinance).
I vacuumed the upstairs for the first time in longer than I care to admit and found some weird white stuff underneath the rubber-bottomed carpet that lies on the landing. I initially suspected it was some kind of cat pee derivative, but since it's totally lacking in cat pee smell, I have to let the cats off the hook. Since the ventilation ducts lie under the floor of the landing, I have shifted my suspicions to condensation-induced mildew. But I could be totally wrong.
The weather is starting to break. This evening I drove around with the sunroof open until we got off I-95 downtown, where the huge flock of starlings was twirling around before settling into their roosting trees. When I approached their drop zone, I pressed the switch to close the sunroof and Oz started laughing at my timing. I doubt he would have been nearly so amused with bird poo on his head.
We are going to take a trip in September. Oz has a little time off and today we made a reservation to stay in Chincoteague. Neither of us has ever been, and we haven't had even a mini-vacation in a couple years. Besides, wild ponies! "I couldn't care less about the ponies," Oz said. I protested, "But, ponies! I will not be denied."
298 words | August 22, 2005 09:44 PM | Real true story