Well then. Back on the mark, get set, go! A cute little 3/2 less than five minutes from the ferry in an honest-to-goodness neighborhood. Amazing.
Needless to say, the offer is in. Now, once more, I wait to see the outcome. The cancellation letter for the little house with the view (and, sadly, all the repairs and stairs) is on its way as well. Should this one not pan out, then it’s likely either the new construction near Manchester or (should that fail for whatever reason), once more calling a halt to it. As I said, time will tell.
Not much more happening at the moment. Just idling for house news and putting a few things in the attic while I’m waiting. Coffee with some friends tonight and likely a bit of interesting times; one is a bit far afield of my usual social circle and, frankly, not all of it in comfortable ways. The other is an old friend I have fallen out of touch with and it’s time to correct it. I figure it’ll do me good to hang out with familiar faces, even if it’s likely to be unusual and a bit skittish at best.
Monday resumes the “regular schedule” with three projects ramping up somewhat sharply and the new week of assignments being posted as well. It looks like the communications class is heading for yet another thesis; thankfully, it’s on a topic I can sink my mental fingers into and enjoy. The I.T. class, frankly, is a little on the boring side. Concepts I know, methods I am deeply familiar with, and all of it presented as if to those who’ve never encountered it. About what one might expect for the Associate level effort.
I ponder once more the notion of CLEP and Excelsior PLA. Should the house not happen, I’ll have the spare funds to pursue it. Hrm. There are a lot of question marks hovering about me these days. It’s kind of nice, the reminder that things really can go in any direction I prefer.
In other news, I’ve managed to shove the harpy off her perch and back into the closet. Heh. Sometimes, I think that maybe it’s not always such a good idea to be completely honest (though it irks me). It’s a rare person indeed who can recognize and be ok with the idea that thoughts are just… thoughts. They don’ t have to mean anything and they rarely do unless they tickle or tromp on the soft spots. (Though in truth, I suspect I tromp on a lot of sore spots in others that I never realize until I turn around and they’re writhing about on the floor.)
Sigh. Hard to watch self-destructive behavior in people I like. But I think I’ve finally learned that there’s not much to do but watch or get the hell out of dodge. I blink a lot. (wry grin)