Wednesday, March 25, 2009

I’ve almost got my trainee trained. He’s good help when we’re out pitching sodas but I think he fell asleep at the wheel briefly yesterday; people don’t get enough rest these days. He also veers the rig to the right when he’s making a left turn, which isn’t a good thing. You’re supposed to basically stay in your lane in case other drivers try to pass you on the right when you’re making a turn. Yesterday he almost took out a sign in a left turn and a tree in a right. He’s okay, I guess, but he isn’t too safety-conscious.

Sikki met a foundation guy at the prospective house yesterday afternoon and found out it’ll take around 9-12 grand to fix the problem with the floor joist and the house’s settling. I’m not sure the sellers are going to be willing to fix a problem that costly, but they won’t be able to sell the house to anyone who needs financing if they don’t repair it. I hope things will work out somehow, because the whole family likes the idea of moving into that spacious old place. It’d be so nice to have a study or den, a place to put my books and a desk, a place to think and pray and write. But we’ll see. I was telling a guy yesterday that buying a house is really dramatic. You don’t want to get your hopes up about anything because every day you learn something new, sometimes good, sometimes bad, and you don’t really know anything until you’re signing by the X’s at closing.

I had the idea last year for a family camping trip with my sister and brother’s families and all our kids. It looks like that might happen in June. We’re looking at Killens Pond State Park. It’d be nice to have an annual family gathering of that kind, just to make memories and reconnect with family.


Monday, March 23, 2009

Another blog, because I miss writing about day-to-day stuff.

We are trying to buy a house. Our current landlords have been unable or unwilling to fix the roof on the doublewide we’ve lived in for the past six-plus years. The roof’s been leaking the entire time we’ve lived here, and ceilings are falling out under the weight of moist, moldy insulation throughout the length of the dwelling. Our landlords are people we go to church with and live next door to, so it’s been a mysterious thing watching them make business ventures and update their large cape cod with various upgrades while our roof is collapsing. I’ve been so frustrated by it that I’ve even called the landlords and suggested they raise the rent, just to keep the place liveable. Ha ha, that’s desperation, boy. But I’m not interested in making a big stink about their neglect or insisting that Christian people shouldn’t have a reputation as slum landlords: I just want to move. We have four kids now and we need more space, anyway.

We have a large Victorian house in Laurel under contract, but I’m not sure how that’s going to go. The inspection revealed three major issues: 1. the need for an electrical upgrade, 2. an outmoded heating system in need of total replacement, and 3. a central foundational joist that is missing and needs replacement. All of these are pretty expensive repairs and I’m not sure we’ll be able to get the seller to fix them so we can get the financing we need. The house was built in 1940 and a host of lesser ills were also disclosed during the inspection, but most of those could be rectified by Jess and I on evenings and weekends during the first year or two we lived there, if we’re able to get the major stuff resolved.

In other news, I’m still working for Pepsi and I’m just grateful to have a job right now. The economy is pretty bad by all accounts — I know a lot of people who are out of work.

I’m still frustrated with church and a lot of my fellow believers. I’m still frustrated with myself.