All of the wisdom sucked out of my head

Today I am completely without original thought. My mind has been relegated to an infinite loop of house-dreams and mortgage-fears. My soul is in the process of being absorbed by a bank. My friends try to talk to me, and I spew housing statistics or financing questions. My conscious thoughts range from "why don't I have those comp values yet" to "how will I negotiate that new furnace into the agreement". I'm a complete waste of space.

What happened to compassion? Empathy? Smiling? Caring about other events in life? All gone. Woe, woe WOE to the wicked!

So the Fourth of July weekend was incredibly awfully hellishly hot. Roomie and I painted the kids' bedroom on Saturday and Sunday, and were miserable the whole time. It was so hot that the paint dried almost as soon as it hit the wall. Then, on Monday we went to my dad's so he could try to kill me with his boat. Actually, it was a very pleasant day. The water at my dad's lake is fed by cold-water springs, one of which is located near the swimming area. So the water stayed cool. I must admit that I shunned many boat rides in favor of floating around in the water, poking my head above the surface just long enough to breathe.

The munchkins both went tubing, and really enjoyed themselves. Roomie went tubing and made himself very sore (but enjoyed it immensely.) I poke fun about my dad's boat. In truth, I don't like to go so fast in a machine that is so noisy. It contradicts my purpose for being near a lake, which is to relax and soak up lots of peace and quiet. Honestly, though, I don't think I have ever seen my dad so happy as he is when he's on his boat, whipping across the lake at insane speeds. He grins from ear to ear. I love to see him so happy. It's worth being tortured by the occasional boat ride.

So in about an hour I have to go to the loan officer and sell my soul. Wish me luck.

Gosh I miss having someone to talk to about all of this. I can't really babble it all at my roomie, because it is painful for him, and I'm not that unkind. I guess my huge online audience (all 1 of you) will have to be my vent.

I am relieved to say that my grandma has decided to help me with a down payment for the house. I'm hugely grateful to her for her generosity, and for her unassuming way of not making me feel indebted to her for it. I won't get into details, but I will say that it's enough to give me a good start. I may even qualify for a mortgage right away, and skip the lease period.