Tomorrow We Close
The closing is set for late tomorrow afternoon and the people who currently own the house still have not called me back on the washer issue. I suspect they didn't like my request for $300 to cover a replacement.I also suspect that their lawyer is telling them to not talk to me until the closing. I'm sure they'll try to strong-arm me into accepting a pittance for the washer, knowing I won't walk away from the deal at the last minute.
I think I'll take them to small claims court if they do this.
Anyway, after the long, long struggle finding a home and going through all the paperwork and hoops to but it, ...I'm not as excited as I should be.
I'm glad. That's the best way to sum it up.
I'm glad that I won't have to share space with another family anymore. I'm glad I won't have to go outside to go into the basement. I'm glad I don't have to worry about ruining the landlord's property. I'm glad I'll have room for all my things. I'm glad I won't have to walk up three flights of stairs just to enter the house. I'm glad I won't have to park on the street, sometimes far away from my house. I'm glad I'll be leaving the busy Astor street area where morons make loud noise all night every weekend. I'm glad I'll be further from a high crime area.
But excited, I am not.
I've got too much to worry about. There are many repairs needed at the new house. Lot's of prioritizing. And the wife is starting to turn the screws on how everything's gonna be at the new place.
For example, she says no TV during dinner. There's no real polite way to say "Fuck that!", so I just said "we'll see".
She wants a new mattress that has the softness properties of hardwood. I say, "Uhh, no." But she doesn't give up.
She wants me to "finish" the new basement right away. This means removing the old ceiling, putting up studs and frames, drywalling, putting in the new ceiling and lighting, putting in carpeting, etc. See, when I told her it would be "easy" to do, I meant that the individual tasks are mostly within my ability. She misinterpreted that to mean, "I'll have it done by X-mas".
She says "No" to a new widescreen, flat panel LCD HDtv. "No" to a new Alienware Area-51 Extreme PC.
Pretty soon I'm going to have to pull out the Aligator claw (reference to Ross Perot's 30 minute campaign spots where he used an aligator claw on a stick to point to diagrams and grafs) and lay down the law. I've sacrificed a lot since her and I met.
I've spent a lot of money moving her here, visiting her, calling her, buying things for her and the baby, buying the wedding rings, ...I've converted my entire diet to generic foods. My hair gunk, ...Mennnen brand instead of Bumble. My shaving cream, generic.
No soda, no beer, no going out, no special treats for me. This means no McDonald's, no candy from the vending machine, no chips, no new clothes, no new CDs.
No Simpson's Season 4 DVD, no Looney Toons Golden Collection, no Star Wars.
No United Offensive, no 9800 pro, no fun at all for me.
This is going to have to end soon.
She doesn't understand, but sometimes a man's gotta run down pedestrians with a stolen car, fire an UZI out of a moving car, shoot a rocket launcher at a police helicopter, and open up a machine gun on a crowded street. Sometimes a guy just needs a vacation in San Andreas.
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