Eclectic Eccentricity

The assorted ramblings of Aunty Bertha - west coast socialist

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Serendipity

With the craziness on the political front along with the craziness at work and in my personal life, I have only had enough time to post the odd comment on other blogs rather than update my own.

The house sold. Not quite what I wanted to come away with, but pretty close. I am just waiting for the subjects to come off. The inspection was on Thursday, so I would hope the subjects will come off soon. They have to be off by this coming Friday. We close on March 1st and possession is March 2. I didn't exactly leave myself a lot of time to find new digs....

The house sold last Friday night. I spent Saturday looking for somewhere to live and felt totally disheartened because there was very little available to rent that is pet friendly. I woke up Sunday morning to a new ad for a house about 8 blocks from me that was perfect and available for March 1. I called, went to see it and by Tuesday after work, I had signed a one year lease.

YAY!

Everyone in the family seems happy with the new living space. It is closer to youngest son's girlfriend. It is closer to oldest sons' best friends (also twins - bird of a feather, I guess). It is closer to work for me. Youngest child's only concern was whether it had a fireplace. I was happy to report to her that it does.

I guess some things are just meant to be.

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I have discovered that 14 year old sons dislike their mothers dancing to their music. This has become a particularly effective way to have the music turned down, or switched from speakers to headphones. Dance like your 14 year old is watching.

I am a little concerned that my 14 year old is listening to Flock of Seagulls. I wonder if he has ever seen a picture of the band.

I read that a successful parent is one whose children become adults that can pay for their own therapy (I can't remember who said this, so if you know who it was, please let me know so I can give appropriate credit). I REALLY hope that I am a successful parent. Otherwise, I could have a number of expensive years ahead.

1 Comments:

At 12:32 PM, Blogger Rick Barnes said...

I know what you mean. I have a step daughter that moved in with us at 15.

The worst was when she was out, we lived in Vancouver and she had come from Saskatoon. The level of panic and things a parent can imagine happening to them is worse than Stephen King can write.

We settled in on her agreeing to call us when out, not so much checking up I told her, just wanting to know she was ok. A cell phone kept me from the therapist couch!


It all worked out and I expect that in a year or two she will be able to pay her own Therapy if required! She is 21 and still my baby!

http://politicsinbc.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-is-more-than-that.html

 

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