I wandered into an open house this weekend and fell in love. Sure, the place had fake stone on the front, was across the street from a busy road, and hadn't been updated in 50 years. It was gorgeous. One of those old Edwardians with the wide windows and lovely square rooms and a really nice homey feel. Now if I just had $675k to spare...
It's been a good weekend, full of sunshine and exercise and good wholesome activity. For instance, I read enough of my House Buying for Dummies book to realize that it makes no sense for me to buy a house right now, and in this market. But next year it might. Learning about the complexities of taxes, retirement, and saving -- and some nice perks of my work 401(k) (can borrow up to 1/2) and my Roth IRA (can take $10k distribution with no penalty).
Making lentil soup and finishing the fringe on my mother's Christmas gift. I am hand-making all my gifts this year, and so far the stash is looking pretty good. I leave for Portland/Eugene in just over a week -- madly trying to wrap up some last-minute projects. I've taken to celebrating Christmas at Thanksgiving
with my sister's family -- I have a duffle packed already for all the folk.
There's not much news here. My life is quiet, and okay. Considered moving downstairs to a larger apartment. But the sunset is gorgeous from my top-floor window, and I can't give it up. Not even for another room. Maybe there are just times when you have to appreciate where you're at and see the okayness of it all.
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