That’s right, I’m back. Didya miss me? It’s sad to say, but I didn’t miss sitting in front of the computer all that much, though of course I missed each and every one of my beloved readers.
To read the whole story of my arrival in Maine and my parents’ reaction, check out the diet journal, it’s all in there.
So, Maine was awesome, of course. If you requested a postcard, you probably already know that, ’cause I wrote "Maine is awesome" on most of the postcards I sent out. Know how many I sent out this year? 60! I thought my little hand was going to fall off, but I got ’em all in the mail by Thursday. If you haven’t received yours yet, be patient – it’s on the way.
As I mentioned in the diet journal entry, the spud and I arrived at Portland 7 hours later than I thought I’d be there. I impressed myself with the fact that I wasn’t pissed off all day long, but I didn’t see the point in being mad when it solved nothing. So I spent a lot of time reading, some time snoozing, and eventually, I made it to my destination.
Debbie and Brian spent all that time waiting at the airport, though, can you believe that? Debbie went around making friends and hearing everyone’s story. I told her that that would have been the ideal time for her to have a cellphone, since I could have called her from the plane and let her know what was going on.
I spent lots of my vacation sleeping late, did some shopping for bargains (I bought a couple of $5 t-shirts at TJ Maxx), though we didn’t hit the Maine Mall or LL Bean this year, and I ate plenty of lobster, whoopie pies, and orange Hostess cupcakes. I have some pictures, but none of us at the beach (I didn’t dare to take the digital cam to the beach, due to the sand and klutz factors). I brought a pair of splash shoes with me, and highly recommend them – they’re very comfy, and you don’t have to worry about stepping on something nasty.
Anyway, what I meant to say is that I’ll be putting up some of those vacation pictures as soon as I have the chance to go through them, most likely some time this week.
Fred drove by the house we really liked almost every day while I was gone, and round about Wednesday I talked him into making an offer on the house. I mean, we knew we liked it, we loved the neighborhood, and why should he wait ’til I got home to make an offer? He finally made the offer, and guess what? This house, which had been vacant since February, got two other offers on the same day.
I took that as a very clear sign that that house isn’t where we were meant to end up.
So we’re back to looking at houses. We went through one today that I really, really like, and it’s actually a lot less expensive than the one we made the offer on. The downside is that it’s on the other end of Madison, and now Fred’s making noises about how it’s the most expensive one in that neighborhood and such.
Yeah, I don’t know what we’re going to do. Bleh. I’m not sure how much more house-lookin’ I can stand. At least I have the better part of this month to get stuff packed up.
Okay, that’s it in a nutshell – I’m home, all is well, the postcards are on their way, and I have the sinking suspicion that we’re going to be homeless by August 1st.