Since October, we had our hearts set on the house of our dreams: a 1918 brick beauty at the dead end of the street, set up a hill in the shade of an enormous hardwood. Kellie had gone to view the house and took pictures of the interior for us, and vouched that it was, indeed, a great house (and a steal at $149,000). Well, I just received an e-mail from Don, the owner, telling me that it is off the market as of today. The news is a little bit heartbreaking, but there was nothing we could do; it was just too premature to buy now, and we couldn't honestly expect a house like that to stay available until we were ready to move. So now our search continues, but this time a larger, fig orchard-accommodating yard will be part of our criteria.
Onto the weather... The month of June has shaped up to be pretty lousy. A glance at the 10-day forecast didn't brighten our outlooks any: nothing topping 66 degrees through the 12th, and nothing more promising than one partly sunny day. This is especially discouraging when we've already had laundry hanging on the line now for the third day in a row. and a network of lines dissecting the living room. All day yesterday we had Olive in disposable diapers because all thirty-six of her cloth diapers were either still damp or soiled. It pains me to see the garbage can piled full of diapers, but know that it's only temporary, and that, for many Americans, this is the norm, the concept of washing and reusing a diaper as foreign as arranged marriages and Padung, the dying tradition of neck elongation in southeast Asian and African women. the current weather in Eastport is 48 degrees and heavy rain - a great day to spend indoors over mugs of tea and bowls of warming soup. Maybe a hot bath later.
And lastly, GEICO. I don't care how cute the little Australian gecko mascot is - he's a crook, or is, at the very least, the face of a bunch of crooks. When our '94 Civic was totaled in November just before going to a They Might Be Giants show in DC, we were looking at getting upwards of $1400 for the loss from GEICO. Somewhere in the clearing of the vehicle, I neglected to salvage the title, and subsequently, because of the Maine law that says a vehicle over fifteen years old does not require a title, I was unable to obtain a copy to submit to my claims adjuster. I was given the runaround for six months, until I finally had it and called to get to the bottom of it today, mentioning, also, that I was shopping around for a new insurance provider. Well, apparently I said the magic word, because Lisa, my gravel-voiced adjuster, told me that I could fax her my registration and they'd send me a check. Really? That was all? I would've gladly done that back in December when I first started slogging through this mess. The end is in sight now, thank goodness.
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