The auctioneer representing the sellers of a house we really really really really really want to buy commented today that “worry is interest on a problem that hasn’t happened yet.” I’m not really worried right now, as much as full-to-the-brim-with-anxious-expectation-that’s-not-too-certain-to-be-satisfied.
In two ways, this is the case.
The first way is that the temperature tonight, wind chill included, will be down to an ohmygosh -3 degrees. Okays, so that’s nothing like my sister-in-law’s balmy -15 of last night, but I’m hoping it’s cold enough to bring down a two-hour delay or maybe even a day off from school.
The second way I’m soggy-bottom excited is that we’ve placed an offer on the house we really really really really really want to buy and pretty much no matter what the sellers counteroffer, we’re going to accept the price and pay for it because we really really really really really want it.
In neither situation does my jittery self-splatment really help anything move along or make me any more tolerable to my dear wife and daughter. In a way I can feel the compounding of that worry-esque interest into a sleepless night that will leave me even more jittery, discombobulated, and otherwise fuddled.
Good grief.
Amen.
4 Comments
Anonymous
you could relax by telling us about the house.
Anonymous
I recommend drugs.
A
I just hope the sellers don’t know about this blog b/c they’ll read that one line about paying whatever they counter-offer and you’re toast! Hope you get it for the price you want, though I’m sorry you’ll be less geographically close to us.
Anonymous
Your wife probably prayed that there wouldn’t be a two hour delay, and CERTAINLY not a day off. What fun is there having two people accruing interest?