Saturday. The day for sleeping late. I got up at 6am. Read the paper for an hour, at least. I scanned the headlines.
Why am I missing out on all the fine hinge a good Saturday has to offer? Well, there is an answer. As most know, we are living in temporary quarters waiting for the County of Placer to grant our variance so we can build. Or sell for higher value. I am willing to wait without worry or concern. I am. The wife however is not like minded. She likes control, not waiting for the County. She is anxious about all, because a lack of worry is just not part of her being. So, the cure for her inability to control her anxious worrying? Today we went on a house tour in Auburn and it started at 9. So we had to leave by 730 which means up early. But it gives her some control. Of course we can’t buy any homes until we know if the lot is selling or we are building. But Emily feels better. Which means I do to. You see how this works.
The four homes we saw were what I expect. First one was perfect, beautiful, clean and way too expensive. The second was in need of about $300k in rehab. The other two, ok and priced ok. So what did we learn? Emily feels better. Didn’t I already say that?
We did stop at a great burger spot on our way home. Still in Auburn. They make pastrami burgers, a personal fave. I am sure this would be a place I eat at several times a month. Our local spot like this one shut down a few weeks back. And I miss them.
The drive home was overlong. Stopped for gas. Probably because it’s too warm and I wanted to get home to the bathroom as did Emily. Everyone gets anxious in these circumstances. No other errands on the way. Not sure Emily would have stopped anyway.
We are home now. Other than Gods work, I need to wash Em’s car and mow the lawn. Then it’s a we will see with the rest of our Saturday.
So one more trip out. Went to target for usual crap – cat litter, new litter box, sundry items. Back to home. Vacuum the car. I trimmed the rose bushes blocking the back gate.
At about 6, I made cocktails for Em and I. Sorry Ed, none for you. Emily them wanted a second round. And a third. I crapped out at one. Which is my habit. My doctor prefers none for me. But I can only be so good and pure.
We had dinner about now and Emily has indicated she is going to bed. My having dozed off may have pushed her in that direction. Not sure. We are going to bed. At 830. We rock.