Captain Pike's Ship Log II

All winter we shivered away up here in a one-bedroom apartment, trying to buy a house, hoping to start the spring together somewhere new. Every house we looked at had nice features -- hell, some of you have seen many of them. Every place we saw was anywhere from 60% to 85% what we wanted. But there was always something, and sometimes a bunch of things, that we would've had ...

It's really getting crazy around here. Things are happening, more or less according to a wild-*** prediction of mine; but to see it thus unfolding is still hard to believe!

Housing prices falling tens of percent overnight. The places which seemed to be impervious to the rest of America's plight; the arrogant aristocracy's perchs, pompously out of reach of the clawing demise of the po' folks thrashing tentacles, now tumble tenfold into this sea of foreclosure. I can't believe we ...

My pal, Kizpaws has inspired me to attempt a positive viewpoint toward the coming of winter. My physical condition precludes the many activities I used to enjoy in the winter. This is complaining. But there is another side to this.



I'm really glad that I was able to have all the great experiences that I did have, when I had them. I was reading about ...

Still operating on the assumption that we're protected under the umbrella of guidance from the Great Ambitious One, we seek her, occasionally vague-but-only-because-I'm-not-a-very-good-listener, guidance. We will not be purchasing the wonderful house.




Remember this house was listed by a couple of house-flippers, so it was with a bit of apprehension ...

This is getting crazy! I can't believe what is happening! So the owners of the blue ranch came back with the infinitesimally smaller counter offer. Okay, that's great news, right? That means, they are dealing with us -- we have a chance. Thinking this all over, I'm considering this blue House, it has technically all the stuff we would need. But no bling -- nothing special, an adequate, sensible domicile... blah blah blah.

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