May I present the soon-to-be new home of Pebbles and Slater. Their offer was accepted yesterday. Closing May 6th, I believe. There is a lease back deal going on and then move in over Memorial Day. Of course, all of this is contingent upon, well, the usual contingencies. The inspection is today and Pebbles is using an inspector she knows through her professional contacts, rather than an unknown. Don't know if I mentioned that her realtor is someone she went to high school with. She and Slater were in need of representation and were going to open houses and walked into one that he was holding. Three weeks later, they have a house. So the dominoes are certainly falling down for them.
They drove me past this house the other night when I was in Dallas. It is a lovely, lovely home in a really charming neighborhood. My Miss Pebbles has come a long way from the trailer park in Johnson County. I am very happy and proud of them. It is a beautiful, just-right-sized home. And it has a raised-bed vegetable garden that is separate from the back yard, in case I need to do any gardening.
Their purchase has also enlightened some other dark corners of my mind where some other strange beliefs lurk. It is okay to buy nice things. I do not have to feel guilty about wanting or being able to buy nice things. While I won't say "I deserve", as I truly hope I don't get what I deserve, I have earned the right. I've done the things, did the ground work, paid my dues. It is okay for me to have nice things.
Pebbles' purchase will send my Mom into a tailspin. While she loves Pebbles, she doesn't like her very much and is constantly playing the comparison game between Pebbles and my sister. When this house purchase becomes public knowledge, I can just hear it - it won't be how happy or excited she is for Pebbles, her reaction will be "Poor MySister'sName, she never gets anything nice. I guess people like us aren't meant to have nice things. I'm happy that Pebbles got the opportunity to go to college and has these fine things. Poor MySister'sName just has to work all the time." So anyone with a Freud-in-a-Box Home Diagnostic Couch can see where I've picked up the "undeserving" attitude. I am so grateful that Pebbles is mostly immune to such emotional blackmail. It is also unfortunate that she doesn't have much of a relationship with the rest of the women with whom she shares DNA, but her tolerance for this kind of bullshit is pretty low. She's not without foibles, but she dodged the worst of it - or was shielded, in actuality. You can't be this close to the crazy and not get some of it on you.
Food and exercise continue to be crap. I seem to be having trouble doing the next right thing. I'm hoping a change of scenery will help. Upon my return from Seattle, I will get to move back to my office, as our remodel is supposed to be done. At least that will get me back to bringing in my own food, rather than purchasing. That will certainly be a step in the right direction. And with DST, I should be able to start riding in the afternoons some. Here's hoping.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. We all deserve good things.