I've decided that the time the have stared out the windows staring at the rain, puddles and not the birds playing in the puddles counts as nature study. Especially when it was when they were supposed to be doing math or writing.
Never mind getting them to write in a notebook about what they've seen. That would make us serious experts in Classical or Charlotte Mason or whatever. We are no experts here. On anything except *maybe* slowly loosing our minds. On that I can assure you I'm at expert level.
Largely because it's raining. AGAIN. I swear to you I have moved to Seattle. This home on wheels in only intended for living in dry southern CA where it does not rain. And now with the new added feature of wind it not only leaks in the known places (which I swear is pretty much the entire roof perimeter) it blows in through the vent and air conditioning unit in the roof. Not that we have a whole lot of floor space to walk in, it's better without the buckets catching drips - on the floor or my bed.
BUT after pretty much exhausting the options on rentals, great ones (well from the online listing or road) being already rented, others being too small or just nasty dirty and smelly, others I thought were perfectly acceptable but none of which called Larry's name and seeing every known house, neighborhood within 30 minutes of base that was for sale or rent we bid on a short sale being told - sorry- assured- that it could close in 45 days but at day 15 it hadn't really moved anywhere and we were being told we needed to understand "these things take time" which I responded that we only bid on it because we were assured that it would close in 45 days but if they couldn't even get the process rolling in 15 then we were going to cut bait and run. Because frankly closing by Christmas will drive me out of my mind much much faster than closing by Halloween. Especially if this stupid rain keeps up. I told our agent to pass on the other one that a little honesty upfront wouldn't have lost the chance of a sale or wasted 2 weeks of my life. In fact I'd like to lock him in a camper with the rain with my 4 kids and see how quickly he would have gone crazy.
So.. we looked at our other options and other houses and were in the process of bidding on a somewhat more sure bet one squirrel trail led to another and a late night change of plans led us to bidding on a house we'd previously excluded being out of our price range but dragged into it because.. well.. because it was going to be cheaper in a few days and the builder was ready to sell it asap and willing to make a deal. Ironically this neighborhood the first week we got here we ruled out as being a little too foo-foo. It later became a top pick- mostly because it was close, had dock, water, pool and exercise room. HOWEVER it also comes with an HOA. Of which I've only read 31 pages of the 65 or so of the restrictive covenants and other HOA related materials. Our house doesn't have a flower bed so I won't get fined for not having live flowers in it. I'm going to assume that parking on the road is a problem but they have a lot for us to park the camper at if we keep it. *IF* and that's once it gets back from it's prospective 6 month stay at the RV repair spa. We have an extended warranty and know how to use it.
Back to the house - We've never had a new house before. This is going to be a new experience. Assuming all goes as planned and no new hiccups occur. Probably need to double check about the mortgage having everything it needed.
And it's further from the water so much less likely to have a first floor filled with water should that first hurricane get here. Tho with the wind blowing like it is maybe I should check the weather...
So yesterday as the weather and I conspired to confine and torture the kids with schoolwork they took it upon them selves to fog up with windows with their breath and write "HELP" on them. So help me.... if ever I am blogging from a jail cell I can tell you I'm innocent and my kids are somehow the culprit.
Two of said culprits just got back from collecting sand and shells. There are 2 shark teeth. more signs. I should fill in the rest of back story to that- But later- I have a beach to walk on.
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