Inspecting. (Now with post-script!)

"Toxicity Inspector," print, Shepherd Fairy

Akash and I have an appointment at 9 a.m. tomorrow to meet with the inspector at House No. 6. We're so excited to have another chance to prowl all over our home. We're taking the measuring tape with us. Will the piano fit along this wall in the foyer? Can Voldemort squeeze into this alcove under the stairs?

Becoming homeowners is a little like being in love; we want to see this house every day, be with it inside and out and care for it faithfully. Yet we can't -- not for another two months! Someone else stays in our house and has the right to walk where we wish to walk and look out the windows we wish to call ours. It's dreadful. And to think, tomorrow may very well be the last time we get to visit it, till the end of May.

PS-Inspection went very well! The owner was so sweet; she had baked blueberry muffins and brewed coffee for us, Shepherd, Buddy and Mike (the inspectors), and made sure everything was neat and tidy. When it's my turn to sell a home, I have a most excellent example of graciousness to follow.

We stayed nearly two hours, glorying in the house. That is, Akash and I went about glorying in the house; I think the menz merely tolerated our beautific smiles and my squeals of delight. There definitely was some bemused headshaking at our expense:

"You need to be young to deal with an old house."

"Yup. All that wind blowin' in."

"Doors don't shut tight."

"These rollnig floors are what you call 'character' in an old place. New-built, it's called severe structural damage."

Mirthful chuckles follow.

Oh, and piano and Voldemort will absolutely fit in the foyer! And I peeked under the beds to make sure they really were a double and a queen, and not twins pushed together. They were, so now I can rest easy about getting matresses upstairs.