February 13th, 2003

Nescafe rabbit

His name is Bart.

He works at A+ computers in Fort Wayne. He's been there every time we came in, ever since we first showed up 'cause Stone gave us some bad RAM. Mostly tech, not much of a salesman, which is just what I like in a computer salesperson.
"Don't buy that if you're running X. It's not stable."
A year, probably, we've been going there now. I trust him. But I've never known his name.

Today:
Emily was going to bid on a computer at eBay. And she was asking Jim what he thought, and he looked at me and said "Ask Nykki what it would cost to build a clone of it." And I took a guess, said $300, 350.
"No..."
Probably. We could go down to A+ and see... So we did. And first one of the sales guys came out, tried to sell us a prebuilt Celeron. Bleah. 659, subtract monitor and OS, makes $460. I know we can do better than that.
And then I saw him. And he waved, and I waved, and he came over and we chatted.
$360 from parts, because I can build it myself. And that's when I found out that his name was Bart.

This afternoon:
Went out to the house we're looking at. Gah, what a turbulent day it's been. We got there, and realised the door was ajar, so after calling the realtor to see if it was okay, we went inside. With the digital camera. Pictures of just about everything are located here.
Showed them to Dad. He's worried about the circuit breaker box, it doesn't look right to him. And he and Mom and Tom are all worried about the furnace, which appears to be a 1976 original monster. It costs $2500 for a new furnace. The carpet in the living room and the green bedroom has to go, the rest will want to be replaced soon ($2-4,000 for it all). The whole thing needs painting, but any house I move into will need painting. I can't abide white walls (see the apartment?) so they'll get painted. That's why I have friends who'll come over and paint.
The kitchen is a charming Harvest Gold, how classic is that? I think that'd be a remodelling project for later, that and the tract house cabinets. Needs cleaning, top to bottom. But it just...feels huge, very nice. And pretty....
Mom and Lily and Angel found a few more that look nice, too. Probably not as much work. This is why it's frustrating. I like this house, I do. But it needs work. And we should probably look more. I suppose we'll see Saturday. Please, God, make this work?

On a good note, I'm only 8 pages of notes behind where I wanted to be.

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Nescafe rabbit

open season on interpretations: "lily bright"

Where is summer,
        when snowflakes flower on the air?
                sleeping in springtime, 
dreaming on the wind.
                      Summer slumbers,
     amid visions of shadows
                              and sun.

And you, summer's child,
                shivering in the snow,
     waiting for winter to pass you by.
                            What dreams of summer
carry you on?
            It is winter,
                      and flowers bloom pale
  and cold.

          Gone is autumn,
                    summer's last embrace is still.
                               There is no answer, 
no warmth remaining there;
     autumn rests in summer slumber,
                          springtime dreams.
It is gone, lost and cold
          in the springtime snows.

              Summer's child,
                  sleep softly in the night.
Winter's cold will pass,
        and pass you by.
                       Dream of springtime,
twine pale flowers in your hair.
                            Summer's day
            and summer dreams will come.
                           NsB 13-02-03
                                       "lily bright"


And Lily's other-house-she-found-for-us-to-see looks positively fantastic. If "some TLC" means paint and carpet, then it's even neater-sounding than the last. *bounces* Friday-bank, Saturday-house-looking...
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He pages, "personally, i'm afraid of any financial dealing with the base mort in its name."

Meeting with the mortgage people tomorrow. My stomach's all twisty.
Between fencing and the hospital this afternoon, I've gotten nothing done. Plus, there's an offer on the table for the house I posted pictures of. Doesn't mean we can't get it, besides, Eldorado might be even cuter. The subdivision's name is Eldorado Hills. Whee. Eldorado.

Didn't get out of the hospital until 4:30. Three freakin' hours there, with a total of one of them being learning time. We sat around the doctors' lounge. We talked over the book (I read the wrong chapter, but it was okay, I faked it). We went and saw two sample patients and then waited in the doctors' lounge for her to find us some sample H&P patients to write up. For forty-five minutes, I think. We used the time wisely, we did. We percussed the walls to find the studs. Good practise for listening for livers. And we talked about things. And waited.
And then our sample patient (Ms. J, in for what might be gastric or might be MI, not sure yet) was a charmer and a half, but her pastor came in while we were talking to her, so we waited in the hall for 20 more minutes and talked about next year, and compared our history notes so far.
We're both terrified, Rachel and I. And we forgot to get Ms. J's age, medication history, or relevant social history. Oh, well.

It was a wasted afternoon. But fencing was fun, and Mom says the house in Eldorado is very cute. Now if only that promised 4-7 inches of snow will hold off...I want to go to Indy tomorrow.
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