Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Tuesday and the pink horror

Once more, I spent the night checking my email to see if my counter to the counter offer for the Warsaw apartment was to receive another counter. In between popping up when the email jingle alerted me to a message, I lay in bed thinking how comfortable it is to be excited rather than anxious. The night is far longer if you toss from worry. Too little sleep isn't a great way to start a busy Tuesday, but I have to say, the night itself was rather lovely.

It is, however, my early day with Snowdrop. As I get up, I feel a deep compassion for a sleeping Ed (he has been working on his invention every night, late into the night, for weeks now) and I almost do not tell him that I'd let the cheepers out and am myself ready to eat and run. But, he must have sensed or heard by knocking about, because he came down in a rather bedraggled state (yes, more so than usual!) to keep me company and nibble on some fruit.


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I then do a hasty retreat. You don't want to be a tardy sitter when people depend on you.

Snowdrop wakes up earlier than usual. Initially she is peppy and boisterous...

(Little one, you so need a bath! You have bits of oatmeal on your cheeks!)


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But eventually she and I settle into quiet play. Now, I did find a new toy -- a small football -- lying around, but honestly, I am the wrong person to teach her enthusiasm for the sport. Oh, I give it to her...

(Grab it, Snowdrop!)


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(Huh?)

She looks for further instruction and upon receiving none (what, should I tell her to kick it?), she puts it aside and settles down to read. If anyone is going to make a Packer fan out of her, it wont be me.


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Trains on the other hand --- yes, I can get enthusiastic about those!


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Toward noon, she stomps around, in a tired kind of way...

(I am sympathetic, sweet one!)


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... mostly from my lap to a toy, then back to me, begging for a lift.


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And this is when I get the crucial email from Warsaw:  the owners of the pink horror have accepted my offer and so tomorrow, if my finicky but very clever attorney sees no impediments, we shall have in place a signed agreement.

I am tickled pink!

It seems that this brash colored flat will be my Valentine adventure after all.

I'll end with that. Some days, you just have to let go of everything but the bare essentials. I think today I covered the bare essentials.

4 comments:

  1. Congratulations.. right? It will be fun reading about your adventures in intercontinental renovation of the Pink Palace.

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    1. Pink Palace... perfect moniker! Walls may have to stay pink... at least until Ed gets his hands on the project.

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    2. Ah yes: renovating across the ocean. Such a challenge, especially in a place that needs a total redo. I look forward to it!:)

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  2. I am certain this venture, by itself, will be worthy of a second manuscript! Congrats!!

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