From My Comfy Place

We're still living in our hotel room with no definite time to expect to move into our house. We've been in this room for - wow, for 33 days. That's long enough to get settled in; last week, I got back to the room after a long night of class and midnight Wal-Marting and got this instant relieved "finally I'm back" feeling usually reserved for places we actually live. It was weird...and, at the same time, comfy.

So. The house we're buying didn't have a kitchen faucet. Now it does. (The faucet has been riding around in the trunk of our car.) It was our first for-the-house buy. I'm pretty excited about the built-in soap dispenser!

I can't help but think how I would have felt about spending perfectly good money on a kitchen faucet back when I was still getting an allowance, or when we were just starting out. Actually, we did have to buy a faucet back when we were just starting out. Our first place was a trailer from like the early 80's, and the last tenants hadn't taken good care of it, and the faucet was gross. When things get gross, I wash them; if they don't survive the washing process, well, they were too gross to keep anyway. I tried to dismantle the faucet to clean it. Boom, new clean faucet.

A few weeks ago, when no one was there, we visited the house we're buying and trespassed in the back yard. We saw BABY GRAPES ON THE GRAPEVINES. (When we visited again last week, most of them had been eaten by things in the yard. :(  )

Also in the yard was A TREE WITH FRUIT ON IT! I broke off one of the fruits and took a bite out of it and discovered that it was a pear!

So hopefully by the time fruits get ripe, the grapes won't all be gone, and the pears will actually taste good and also not all be gone. And hopefully by that time, we'll be living there to find out.