Countdown to Finals: Part II

No practice or gym on Tuesday, so I made the hubster go for a bike ride with me after work, but not before I called the woman who owns the house we want to tell her YES we are interested, find out when she’s putting it back on the market, and who the realtor is. It was a yin and yang conversation – the good news is she’s listing it June 1 and as soon as she signs with her realtor at the end of May she’ll call us so we can come see the house again with OUR realtor. The bad news is she said she’s ready to “be done with it all (home ownership)”, but that if she doesn’t find someone who’s “really interested” she’ll just take it off the market again. I took that to mean if she doesn’t get the price she wants she’s pulling it. Rawrgh.

After the bike ride I jumped rope in the basement for … not long enough as one of our downstairs neighbors came down to change over his laundry and complain about our landlord and the washers and driers in the basement, while pulling 3 loads worth of laundry out of their drier. “Maybe it would work better,” I thought to myself, “if you didn’t put 3 loads of laundry in it.” But there’s no talking to some people. At least it was the non douche-bag downstairs neighbor.

Then I did some stretching / yoga and ate dinner. D made a delicious spicy venison / potato / half soup / half stew thing. Then I drank not one but THREE glasses of wine while we cleaned our apartment because the landlord is showing it tonight. Last time he showed it I hadn’t cleaned the mold off the top of the shower (our bathroom doesn’t have a fan and so mold grows in it at a disturbing rate). I figured the prospective tenants might want to know about the mold situation, but this time I cleaned off the mold.

Then I ate popcorn, watched a few episodes of Weeds, soaked in an Epsom-salt laden bathtub because my arms hurt a lot, and went to bed.

Victory, here I come.