I did my laundry, and countered the bid.
My realtor seems convinced it's a go. :) I'll know for certain tomorrow.
When I got to his office, I ran into an old theatre friend (and his girlfriend, whom I've still not met, really) who is about my age and who had just closed on his dream house. I know that Ruthless gets most of his business through theatre referrals, but it was funny running into a dear person I've worked with before.
I should stop calling him Ruthless. He's very good at what he does, but he's really quite a softie (in the good way).
I asked him some pertinent questions about appraisal vs. assessment vs. market value, how they interrelate, and the laws that affect them ("Hello, Stranger!" is a very funny name for a law, I think). He got really into talking about it, and suggested that I get my Real Estate license and consider part-time work at the firm. I was rather flattered by that.
I talked to my Dad on the phone for quite a long time. He's a bit frustrated by the fact that he's so far away (I helped troubleshoot some computer problems for him while we talked and totally understood what he meant!), but he's pleased and very proud of me.
I didn't grow up with my father (my mother had custody), so these bonding moments are very precious to me... and the fact that he's proud of me feels soooo very good. I didn't give him much to be proud about growing-up.
I imagine he wants his daughter to rely on him, while capably making her own decisions. I think I made the best of this paradoxial situation.
I'm proud of me, too.
And it feels soooo very good.
Oh, mousie? I'm thinking about you, and hoping you're OK. Thank God you weren't in your old car. Thank God.