Has It Really Been That Long?

I think this has been my largest gap in blogging in the 5+ years I’ve had it. I’ve been on other continents for 3 weeks and still managed to post more religiously. Ugh.

It’s been a crazy week or so since my last post. The Purchase and Sale on our new condo was supposed to be completed a week ago, but between lawyers on vacation and edits needed, things have been postponed. It should finally be signed today, though, hopefully ensuring smooth progression from this point on.

We were approved for our mortgage yesterday (yay) so that’s one less thing to worry about. Now we’re just over 5 weeks away from closing.

And the sale of Randy’s place is going smoothly, too. His P&S was signed last Friday.

And in between all of this real estate stress, I just ended a 10 day stint dogsitting Dusty for my parents. That in itself is exhausting enough! Also last week we had two friends visit from out of town (one staying at our place for 2 nights).

Now I just think I need some sleep.

Inspector Gadget

So yesterday was the home inspection on the new townhouse. Since Randy was still in Virginia (the memorial took place at the same time as the inspection) I went alone.

The inspector was incredibly thorough compared to previous inspections I’ve had. However, the guy was hilarious.  He came straight out of the 1950’s with the salesman’s manner of speaking (despite having nothing to sell). He had frequent antecdotes from previous inspections that you can tell he’s told verbatim time and time again for comedic affect. He was also a bit of a chauvenist. For example, he thought I was straight and when discussing shower drains, would ask if my “little lady” had long hair that could clog the drain. Then he’d provide instructions on how to prevent it.

And when it came time to test the front-loading washing machine, he didn’t shut the door fully so it wouldn’t run. After realizing his error, he said to the female broker “I probably should have had you do it…you would know how it works.”

Offensive? Yes. Hilarious? In a clueless sort of way, yes.

Anyway, the report isn’t in yet, but there didn’t seem to be any major issues aside from having the HVAC contractor do a thorough cleaning of the system (and replace the filters) and to check out the hot water heater cap that may have been installed improperly.

The inspection on Randy’s current condo takes place on Friday.

Otherwise, last night I got together with Deano and Chris for Scrabble. I played alone with Deano for the first game and won. Then, as always when it comes to games of three or more, I came in last place the second time (Chris won). Oh well…there’s always next week. Or Facebook Scrabble.

The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly

The good, the bad, and the ugly all took place in one weekend. It’s amazing how much your emotions can swing within a 48 hour period.

First, the good. I’ve blogged before that we put an offer on a townhouse in Arlington on Tuesday and were accepted on Wednesday. On Thursday afternoon Randy put his current condo on the market and within 24 hours he had requests for 4 showings. And on Saturday (less than 48 hours after putting it on the market), Randy got an offer.

Yep, despite the broker saying it will probably take 90 days to sell, Randy managed to do it in two days (well, as long as the guy’s mortgage goes through). Since it was too late to cancel the scheduled open house on Sunday, that went on (so we could accept back-up offers, if any). Thirty minutes before the open house was to take place, I had 3 groups of people either scope out the exterior or try to get in early. One couple (with their broker) stayed for 40 minutes. I came back after the open house and the broker said he thinks there were two people that wouldn’t be surprise him if they made an offer.

Oh, and then our friend, Ben, who moved from Boston to San Francisco a year and a half ago let us know that he’s going to be back for a visit in two weeks.

Now the bad.

Randy went to Virginia this past weekend because his brother and his wife/kids were going to visit in the hopes of seeing grannie one last time before she dies. Well, 24 hours before Randy was supposed to fly back to Boston, grannie died. Fortunately, they were all in the living room with her when it happened, so it’s a good thing they all went to visit.

This is going to extend Randy’s stay by a few days so that he can be there for the memorial.M My thoughts are with his family. They all knew this was coming, but that never makes it any easier (I’ve been there).

And finally, for the ugly. Why, oh why, do I keep seeing Sarah Palin on the news? Seriously? She’s no longer a vice-preisdential candidate. She’s no longer the governor of Alaska. At the moment, she’s just an ordinary U.S. citizen. Seriously, there is nothing newsworthy about this woman but I seem to see, hear, or read about her on a daily basis. Now, I’ll admit that she’s an attractive person, so physically, she’s in no way ugly. But I think ugly is a fitting adjective for her personality, mentality, and intelligence (or lack thereof).

How Soon We Forget

I’ve purchased condos twice in the past. I always found the search part so exciting. I suppose my voyeuristic tendencies played a factor in that, but I’ve always been a fan of “space” and exploring the lay outs of various places.

But now that we’ve made an offer, and that offer has since been accepted (YAY!), I’d comlpetely forgotten about the stress involved with the real estate game from this point until closing. First you have to find a home inspector, mortgage broker, and and attorney. I always maintain a slight level of stress until the purchase and sale is signed and the mortgage is guaranteed.

Then there’s the added anxiety of selling the current place, and fixing up the current place to show better (first open house this Sunday). Then there’s the packing (but not so much at it prevents the current place from showing well). And setting up utilities. And notifying banks, credit cards, magazines, family and friends about your new address.

Oh, and don’t forget the movers. And don’t expect to get a good night’s sleep until after you’ve closed. Oct. 3rd won’t come soon enough.

I Now Know What Love Is

Love is a 4 story townhouse with 2 car garage, 2.5 bathrooms, 3+ bedrooms, gas fireplace, central air, private deck off living room, private deck on roof, mini garden in back, modern kitchen, and abutting the Minuteman Bike Trail and just blocks from Arlington Center.

Randy and I returned last night from a great trip to the White Mountains with our friends, Ben and Brad. The weather was crappy as we drove through the picture-perfect (in clear weather) Franconia Notch. But it cleared up for a gorgeous Saturday filled with Farmer’s Market, driving up Mount Washington, and taking photos of ever river, brook, hill, and tree. That night, we played card games and watched a DVD (most of one, before everybody got too tired). On Sunday we slept late, had a filling breakfast, returned to the house and played more games.

Then we drove home as it began to downpour. By the time we got to the picture-perfect Franconia Notch the weather was even worse than it was Friday…couldn’t see a damn thing.

Oh, and as we approached Concord we were stuck in stop and go traffic. At one point, I stopped, but the person behind me decided to go…and go she did – straight into our bumper.

ugh. Not a good way to end a great weekend.

But the townhouse this morning MORE than made up for it. We finally found a place that we BOTH agreed we’d be willing to make an offer on. That’s a first!

And They’re Off

After I leave work today, Randy and I are heading up to the White Mountains for a relaxed scenic weekend filled with wine, games, wine, sightseeing, wine, good food, wine, good friends, wine, and hopefully lots of napping…after a nice glass of red wine.

Our friend, Ben’s, family has a summer home up just north of Mount Washington, with beautiful views of the Presidential Mountain range. Ben and his partner, Brad, invited us up last week and who are we to turn a trip down?

I went up there last about 4 years ago and had a great time. I think I even blogged about it saying that the best day of the trip was actually the one day when it poured relentlessly all day. All we did was lounge around the house, playing card games (Flinch!), watching DVD’s, reading, or napping on a hammock on the wrap-around porch (it has a roof to protect you from the rain.

I have to say, it was probably the most relaxed I’d ever been in my adult life. And after the year that I’d had at the time (broke up with Matt, sold a condo I loved, witnessed a dear friend dying of breast cancer), it was a welcomed escape.

Now, I hear the weather forecast for this weekend is pretty good so that should ensure some sightseeing. But I have to admit that I wouldn’t be disappoined if a freak storm barrels through and keeps us housebound.

At First I Was Afraid. I was Petrified.

I originally planned to use the title “Reunited, and it feels so good” but that felt too obvious for a high school reunion.

Anyway, as common sense told me (but my anxiety-ridden brain simply wouldn’t accept) the reunion was great fun and nothing to be worried about.  Randy could tell I was nervous in the car as we drove to the event since I just kept rambling, saying stuff like “this is where Carolyn used to live, this is where we used to mini-golf, this is the Melody Tent, our prom was here.”

The poor guy…he does have to put up with a lot.

Though, the second we entered the reunion, the bastard excused himself to run to the bathroom, leaving me along with what, at first glance, appeared to a a mobbed bar full of strangers. But in the few minutes he was away, I got hugged or greeted by 4 or 5 people. We then made the rounds and for the first 15-30 minutes or so, it felt like a constant parade of people screaming “KARL!” and running over for hugs. My fears of coming off as the least popular person at BHS were quickly dismissed and it all put me into a comfortable space.

Although a few people looked completely diferent, most people ended up being recognizable. Certain cliques still kept together, but I can’t judge. For the most part, I also kept with the people I hung out with in high school. But I did manage to mingle and reconnect with people I was friends with in elementary school but lost contact with by the time high school came around.

All in all, it was great fun…with great food, too. The coordinators did a bang-up job. Though, one thing I could have done without was a slideshow presentation being projected on 20 (or more) TV screens placed throughout the sports bar. Since I had so many photos from elementary school and high school posted on Facebook, the planners just took them all an uploaded them. Consequently, I seemed to appear in substantially more photos than other classmates. UGH

And despite an almost guaranteed sarcastic response in the comments section from Randy that he hated the event, he admitted to me that he did enjoy himself. Well, he enjoyed himself as much as a guy could around 155 complete strangers. Even still, at least 10 people ran up to him screaming “RANDY!” since they all seemed to know him from my Facebook profile and photos.

Now I actually look forward to my 25th reunion. Though, in the weeks before I’m sure I’ll still be riddled with anxiety. It’s part of my charm. And I hope next time a few other gay classmates show up (or come out). I was the only one at the entire event. I do know of two other gay guys from my class, but they’ve seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth over the past two decades.

New and Improved Yahoo! Instant Messenger?

Well, maybe not so much. For some reason, my Yahoo! Instant Messenger is saying that I’m in Santiago, Chile. To be honest, I kind of wish I was in South America as our weather lately has sucked. Then again, this is winter for them so their weather may be just as bad.

But I find it peculiar that Yahoo! decided I was there of all places. And more peculiar is that I can’t figure out how to remove the information (nor figure out how it even showed up in the first place).

I’d say “what a random location to pick” but Randy and I have been talking about heading to Chile in the next year or so. But to the best of my knowledge, the new Yahoo! doesn’t have mind-reading capabilities.

Or does it?

Now I Remember…

…why I hate summer. Randy has some friends visiting from out of town so we’re heading into the city for dinner tonight. Normally, i’m all up for a trip into downtown Boston since I miss living there so much. But then things got complicated thanks to the weather report.

It’s sunny now, but by 4PM today it’s expected to rain. It’s currently in the low 70’s, but the temperature isn’t supposed to rise. We’re meeting the friends at 5:30 at the Institute of Contemporary Art (which you can walk to from South Station or take the Silver Lie and then walk around a massive parking lot. Either way…walking.

So, I didn’t take my scooter to work since we’re meeting at 5:30 and I would have had to ride home (in the rain) after work, change my wet clothes, walk to the bus, transfer to the subway, then walk some more. I’d never make it in time. Another option would have been to scooter from work to the Seaport District after work…in the rain…at rush hour. That would warrant packing a change of clothes, fighting traffic, and risking life and limb (hydroplane anybody?).

What I opted to do was use public transit to get work, and then again to get to the ICA after work. Regretably, I decided jeans and a polo shirt would make the most since (keeps me more dry in the rain). But all that did was make me sweat immensely. I was so embarrassed on the train as I used my umbrella to wipe the sweat off my face, head, and neck. Worse, I shaved this morning and put this skin cream on afterwards to avoid razor burn. Mixed with the sweat, it looked like I had a facial of the ejaculatory nature.

I arrived to work cursing summer. There was a large wet spot (of sweat) smack dab in the middle of my chest and I can only imagine what the back fo my shirt looks like.

Why isn’t nudity a socially acceptable option?

This -n- That

Randy and I are returning today for a second look at the two most recent condos in our 6+ month search. It’s a good thing we aren’t contending with a lease that terminates on a specific date because at the rate we’re going, we won’t find a place for a few more years.

You’d think that not having a deadline to force you out makes house-hunting easier…but you’d be wrong. That’s because in every purchase, you tend to have to make a sacrifice about something. No place has everything you want. You can’t meet every single minute critera. And if you have a time limit to your search, you just take the best you can find, warts and all.

But if you have the luxury of time, all you (Randy) will do is say “there’ll be something better.” And that’s been said a lot in this home search.

Well, the two properties today combined have just about all of the qualities we want. Separately, they’re each lacking. But could one be “the” one? I guess we’ll find out later today.