Updated at 3:45pm
March 5, 2004
Sleep = gooood. I dozed off around
8pm last night, got up at 9pm to check out Delena's
progress on her New Zealand report. She's been
working on it for hours every night, plugging away at
the internet and Encarta Encyclopedia. It's due
today. She'd been working for about 4 hours, so I
figured she needed a break and I could see how the final
shaping up was going. Upon investigation, it turns
out she's only about half way done. She'd been
spending all the time on AIM and go-gaia (a community
she visits) and clicking out the screens when I would
come check on her through the week. Obviously, I
needed to be more aggressive, but she did a fine job of
making it look like she was making good progress.
I railed her out in a way I really don't like to do with
my kids, then helped her get focused and get it
finished. We were done around midnight, which was
tough because I had taken a Sominex when I dozed off at
eight, so having her fuss about being tired furrowed my
brow a bit. Midnight was the cutoff and she was
still lacking some of what she needed, namely, a rough
draft showing changes, which she remembered needing
somewhere in the 11 o'clocks. She'll just have to
eat that one. I told her to get together her notes
from school, staple them and call it a rough draft.
Admittedly, the report ended up being 28 pages long with
the bibliography, but there was a huge list of crap she
had to include and although she ultimately got all of
the crap accounted for, she was about half done when I
intercepted her. God knows what kind of grade
she'll get and the problem is (as some of you with
little kids will find later one), you just can't make a
kid give a shit about school if they don't. Delena
doesn't within the finest marrow of her tiniest little
bones. She hates school. It holds no value
for her and we just push her through the motions, trying
to find the buttons to get her to care about it in some
small way. Both of the little boys love school and
are excited to go. I really hope they hang onto
Delena's biggest problem is that she
really doesn't enjoy being around kids her own age.
She's been that way since she was a baby, always
preferring the company of adults to that of her peers.
She doesn't hang out with many friends of her own age
and when she does, she gets bored easily. She's
also a complete night owl. It's hard for her to
get up in the mornings and hard for her to go to bed at
a reasonable hour. We still aren't sure how to
handle her school next year. A lot of that, of
course, depends on whether or not we move to a new
school district. Home schooling is still a
possibility. If I do that, I'll be stocking up on
appropriate computer programs like mad because my middle
school education is fairly worn around the edges by now.
She's a pretty dynamic personality and to channel that
in a good direction, she's going to have to have a
strong education behind her.
Speaking of the move, things are
definitely "on the move," so to speak. We found
out yesterday from our wonderful friend, aka:
angel sent from mortgage broker heaven, that within a
couple of weeks, we can be approved for a mortgage to
buy a house with no money down. We're very
excited at the prospect. It does, however, open up
a whole new set of questions. The real estate
market here is totally out of control and everything is
way over priced like you would not believe, including
this house. We have been checking out the
classifieds looking for a place in our price range and
we've found a few, but by the time we get through to an
agent, the place has a sale pending (before we can even
look at it). We'd still love to buy this house
we've rented for three and a half years. It's my
safe haven, my beautiful, magical home. The thing
is that what we have been approved for is about $30,000
less than what the owner is asking. The miracle St
Jude will pull out of his saintly butt is if the owner
is willing to take that big of a loss (as long ago as he
bought the house, he will still make an absolute killing
on it) to avoid showing the house for possibly months,
to avoid having to make a number of repairs we are
willing to waive (of course, since it's a VA loan, they
will require certain repairs) and to get money now.
He's waiting to buy a new house of his own (he's in
another state), so instant money might be attractive to
him. We can hope. It will be quite a miracle
if we can pull this off, but I've seen those beasts
before! I've got six new calla lilies blooming
(none on the new plants), but it's hard to invest in
them when this is the season that calla lilies bloom
like mad anyway. :) In December is when it's an
oddity. I'm definitely still trusting those guys.
They haven't failed me yet.
Three nights ago I was praying about the
situation and being uneasy about the whole thing, I
asked if we could have a sign of how things would go.
The next day, the roof inspector showed up and said out
of nowhere, "You're going to have a hard time selling
this house." (Thinking I was the owner) He
had just given the roof a clean bill of health and
speculated that the neighborhood had a problem with
termites (he used to be a Terminex guy), but didn't
really elaborate on why he had that impression.
When I pressed the issue, he changed the subject.
I didn't really see that as a sign until the next day
when I was thinking about it. I mean, what clearer
sign is there than a guy showing up at your door and
saying the house is going to have a hard time selling?
If it does, it will really be bucking the system because
houses are selling like mad around here, despite the
ludicrous amounts they are costing. I'm not going
to "but" myself into the ground. I'm just trusting
Today, I was walking the kids to school
and when I looked up overhead, and saw (literally out of
the blue) where the crossing jet exhaust from planes had
created a perfect pentacle (well, sans the circle around
it) over me and my house. Shook my head about,
figuring I wasn't yet awake enough, looked up and there
it was still. So there's strong protection around
us. I guess I really couldn't ask for a more
reassuring sign than that, so I'll just shut up, hold
on, buckle up and keep my hands and feet inside the car
at all times.
Eric did get a temporary job. He'll
be working nights for about 11 days or so, making about
half what he normally makes, but with overtime. He
should be finished with that about the time the projects
start up. He's always a bear when he is working
shifts (not to mention having to keep kids quiet), but
it will be worth it to get a little extra money.
He's setting up cell phone sites again, a job he can
pretty much do in his sleep if it comes to it. ;-)
Nothing planned for the weekend, really.
We have Full Moon tomorrow night where we can work on
the situation and toss some good energy that way.
Beyond that, the next two days are a mystery. I do
know I plan to snuggle under a blanket when my hubby
gets home and catch a few ZZZZZ's. Naps are such a
Guess I should go do the housewifey thing
and clean something. Just wanted to catch you guys
up. I hope you have a really, really wonderful
weekend. I plan to rejuvenate and relax and rest.
At least that's free.
Have a blessed and wonderful weekend,
Update, 3:45pm same day:
We just learned that our offer on the
house was so totally rejected that his realtor didn't
even mention it to him. This means we're moving.
Eric has gone to look at a house now. Houses and
cars I'm not particular about overall. I pretty
much send my emissary (Eric) out and say, "Go get me one
and make it good." That's worked for me so far.
So now we move... very, very soon.
I can't believe how much I was truly
believing that we were going to stay in this house.
I guess the Universe needs us to be somewhere else!
I'm damned well taking my bamboo and
Also, the job he was offered was