Well, I slept more fitfully, although if my European negotiations had recently been the reason for my nighttime fretting, I should have had a miserable time of it last night. Just goes to show how at a certain point, you can get used to most any set of issues and stumbling blocks in life -- even clumsy negotiations with your small little sum over a small little apartment in Warsaw.
It may be that the deal I was trying for will, in fact, move ahead. But, the attorney (right now, I love attorneys!) who is navigating the legal end of matters in Warsaw flagged ownership paper improprieties and so we are all waiting patiently for the seller to demonstrate his ownership credentials.
Could it be that I fell again for a place with a dubious paper record? If so, shouldn't I go about things differently? Maybe I should be looking for apartments where there are nice young families wanting to sell and move out in their quest for more space? Nice honest young families with maybe a toddler throwing food on walls and scratching the cabinets, but basically letting the buyer see in brutal honesty what the place is really like?
As we wait for matters to clarify, we continue our apartment search -- me on the pages of the internet, my sister, poor thing, slogging through snow showered streets of a February in Warsaw. (Though I have noted that temperatures in Warsaw right now are thirty degrees upwards of where we are right now in Wisconsin, which says something about our cold and their far gentler winter.)
It's a sunny day, but I let Ed free the cheepers. There are some mornings where you just want not to fly out of bed to deal with chickens.
Breakfast in the front room.
Then the drive to Snowdrop's, which is memorable because Lilly, the car, is making godawful noises (it's as if you were constantly shaking a container of metal parts inside) and though Ed has identified the likely problem, it's too cold for him to fix it this week. If you were to be a passenger right now, you'd have to shout to be heard over the racket.
But, there is the sunshine and more importantly, there is Snowdrop.
I admit -- I do spoil the girl by readily lifting her when she asks to be held...
... but she is so happy being in this elevated position!
Who could possibly say no to those outstretched arms?
And she has plenty of "down on the ground" time. There's the old hide and seek (I must someday tell her that hiding always in the same place -- the bathroom, begs for an easy "find")...
And there are jumping and dancing games...
And just today, she perfected reading while running. I can surely understand how difficult it is to put a good book down.
Other memorable accomplishments? Well it's funny actually. As the newscasters announce that Einstein was right (you know -- the story about gravitational waves in the news today), little Snowdrop has her own aha moment. She is running with a rubber ball and it drops from her hand. And it bounces. She looks at it with disbelief, picks it up and drops it forcefully, deliberately again. And it bounces.
For the next half hour or so, all she does is run, drop the ball forcefully and explode with glee as it bounces. Me, I just repeat what she already recognizes -- that it bounces. Snowdrop, you bounced the ball! And of course, I applaud wildly. I feel though that she knows without my approbation that something important has just taken place.
Discovery! It has its interesting twists, but ultimately, isn't it such a good thing?
It may be that the deal I was trying for will, in fact, move ahead. But, the attorney (right now, I love attorneys!) who is navigating the legal end of matters in Warsaw flagged ownership paper improprieties and so we are all waiting patiently for the seller to demonstrate his ownership credentials.
Could it be that I fell again for a place with a dubious paper record? If so, shouldn't I go about things differently? Maybe I should be looking for apartments where there are nice young families wanting to sell and move out in their quest for more space? Nice honest young families with maybe a toddler throwing food on walls and scratching the cabinets, but basically letting the buyer see in brutal honesty what the place is really like?
As we wait for matters to clarify, we continue our apartment search -- me on the pages of the internet, my sister, poor thing, slogging through snow showered streets of a February in Warsaw. (Though I have noted that temperatures in Warsaw right now are thirty degrees upwards of where we are right now in Wisconsin, which says something about our cold and their far gentler winter.)
It's a sunny day, but I let Ed free the cheepers. There are some mornings where you just want not to fly out of bed to deal with chickens.
Breakfast in the front room.
Then the drive to Snowdrop's, which is memorable because Lilly, the car, is making godawful noises (it's as if you were constantly shaking a container of metal parts inside) and though Ed has identified the likely problem, it's too cold for him to fix it this week. If you were to be a passenger right now, you'd have to shout to be heard over the racket.
But, there is the sunshine and more importantly, there is Snowdrop.
I admit -- I do spoil the girl by readily lifting her when she asks to be held...
... but she is so happy being in this elevated position!
Who could possibly say no to those outstretched arms?
And she has plenty of "down on the ground" time. There's the old hide and seek (I must someday tell her that hiding always in the same place -- the bathroom, begs for an easy "find")...
And there are jumping and dancing games...
And just today, she perfected reading while running. I can surely understand how difficult it is to put a good book down.
Other memorable accomplishments? Well it's funny actually. As the newscasters announce that Einstein was right (you know -- the story about gravitational waves in the news today), little Snowdrop has her own aha moment. She is running with a rubber ball and it drops from her hand. And it bounces. She looks at it with disbelief, picks it up and drops it forcefully, deliberately again. And it bounces.
For the next half hour or so, all she does is run, drop the ball forcefully and explode with glee as it bounces. Me, I just repeat what she already recognizes -- that it bounces. Snowdrop, you bounced the ball! And of course, I applaud wildly. I feel though that she knows without my approbation that something important has just taken place.
Discovery! It has its interesting twists, but ultimately, isn't it such a good thing?
