Doing the Limbo

One week from our official start date and we're official restless. It became obvious last night after watching a movie. After the credits rolled on "Streetcar Named Desire" at 9 pm (STELLAAAAAA!!!!), we wondered what to do next. Watch TV? The cable is off, 'cause I didn't pay the last bill (will settle up later). Read? Most of our magazine subscriptions have lapsed, most of the good books are in storage, with much of the rest in our food boxes. Pack? Too late for that. Making matters worse, we're also in real estate limbo. The potential buyer had a home inspection Saturday (it was on my calendar for Friday, so I surprised the team in my bathrobe). We're supposed to take care of a numer of relatively minor things before we go, and contact our condo associaton about one not-so-minor item (a wall that the inspector says is letting in some moisture; we've never detected any on our 3 years here, but whatever) that is not in our jurisdiction as it is a "common element". We need to meet with the realtor to write a response, but obviously not on a Sunday afternoon/evening, and possibly not even on Memorial Day. We cou;d pack the rest of our stuff up, but it seemed too late for that. Besides, the June 15 closing date depends on our response to the response of the inspection team (and their response to our response to their reponse). So I looked at The Complete Walker for the 165th time, to bone up on Colin and Chip;s techniques for water crossings). Then some Boy Scout "merit badge pamphlets" on outdoor skills I'd ordered for Polina. Then the AT Trail Companion. All of it was ground we've been over and over and over again. We're ready to go. We just need the real estate gods to smile upon us and grant us official permission. Oh yeah, and we should probably pack the rst of the house up, too.