SATURDAY-Rain, rain go away........another Saturday...another day of visits from potential home buyers and their Realtors. Will this finally be the one that makes a viable bid? Or, am I once again running out of the house, Buddy in tow, in the pouring rain, for someone who is either looking out of their budget, or will complain about the lack of a garage? Today, they will probably just be put off by the smell of an old, wet dog. Maybe I'll put a "FREE" sign on the front lawn and just get it over with already.
It's now later in the day....rain is still relentless. Friends tell me via Facebook that their power is out and their basement is flooding. Crazy weather this winter. The Weather Channel blames it on El Nino, and it reminds me of the Chris Farley sketch from SNL where he is dressed in Mariachi-type garb and claims he is "EL NINO," and is all-powerful. Anyway...clocks get turned back tonight, and, so far, no scheduled showings tomorrow. Off to bed.
SUNDAY-
Dark clouds. Relentless rain. Thunder and lightening. Blah. It's mid-afternoon, and, so far, no requests for showings. It's a double-edged sword. While it's nice not to have to run out of the house with the dog in the rain, it's yet another weekend gone by without the hope of an offer as the court date looms nearer. (See The Buddy Diaries, Buddy Goes to Court for the complete update.) To paraphrase Rose in Titanic, "The inertia of my life is frightening." The Sword of Damocles hangs heavy over my head in the form of a seemingly unsellable house, while I'm unable to move forward with my life as I'm bogged down in a mire of mounting debt, lawyers, and an irate ex, whose anger toward me is actually starting to be alarming. The story of our stormy marriage was always the same, whatever went wrong was always my fault, regardless of the circumstance. All blame could be traced directly to me. As it turns out, divorce has not rendered this tried-and-true formula useless. The ex's re-marriage plans have gone south, and he and Boobs no longer live together. Who's to blame? Me, of course. It's my fault that the house hasn't sold yet, therefore upsetting Boobs because she wanted him to be more secure financially (of course, I heard this third-party), and next thing I know, I'm being dragged into court while support checks arrive crinkled and maimed....just to let me know how angry he is because I've once again ruined his life. Karma is really kicking my ass, and I'm not entirely sure why.
On a lighter note, I'm in the process of making plans to have a reunion with two of my best friends from my middle school days. We found each other on Facebook recently and it will be so nice to spend an evening with them to catch up on the last umpteen years!
Off to work on my Communications Lab project that's due tomorrow. The initial work has been done for days, but putting it together in the form of presentable paper has been the challenge because of my inability to concentrate lately.
MONDAY-
Guess who's coming to dinner? My daughter's unruly, one and a half year old, Rottweiler-Shepard Mix, that's who. Time to gird your lions.....and your feet. Samantha's idea of good time is to bite your feet while you're walking. The faster you walk, or more upset you get, the more her herding instinct kicks in. My son and his friends have made a game of it and don workboots or snowboots, stomp around, and let Samantha go wild. At least it tires her out a bit.
My daughter is in Boston for Spring Break, and her friends at college who were supposed to be dog- sitting Samantha can't handle her anymore, so she's being shipped off to my house until Thursday. Buddy will not be pleased. Samantha actually adores Buddy and wants nothing more than to just walk beside Buddy as he shuffles along, or lie next to him on the floor while he lounges on his comfy, orthopedic bed. But, the cranky old man will have none of it, and constantly growls and snaps at her. He's a terrible host to his house guest. Samantha is usually very dominant and aggressive with other dogs (true to her Rottweiler heritage), yet is very respectful and gentle with seniors. It's amazing how she understands that Buddy is not a threat to her and needs to be handled with care. My daughter muses that maybe dogs have "old people smell" and that brings out the respectful side of younger dogs. I tend to agree with her because sometimes Buddy smells like somebody's grandmother and it ain't pleasant!
TUESDAY-
Samantha kept me up most of the night. She slept for hours once she arrived and wanted to walk around all night. She's really a little cuddle-bug, even though her Rottie-Shepard Mix makes her look fierce, and she wants constant petting and reassurance. Going to try to go back to sleep and then work on more schoolwork today. Getting caught up will reduce some of the stress I've been under, except for Algebra....I don't know if there's any hope for me, but I don't have a choice and have to pass, or face taking it again.
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