What to Tell?

When last I posted, we had made an offer on a house. We received a counter offer, countered the counter, and were informed that the seller had gotten another offer and wanted to pursue that. They are in escrow now. So back to stage one. We bid on another house that was more of a fixer-upper (i.e. it needed a brand new backyard since it was all rocks and shrubs, with not a blade of grass to be found) and we asked that they remove their eyesore of a dog run. Their response, "no, we won't lower the price and we won't get rid of the dog run." Talk about a big F You. We would have preferred that they just send a photocopy of their middle fingers instead.

We are now in the negotiation process over a third house, so we shall see what happens. While sending over the offer doesn't make me want to vomit anymore, I'm not nearly as hopeful that this would be easy.

We just got back on Sunday from our annual pilgrimage to Arizona in pursuit of spring training baseball games. G has now been to every ballpark there and I have one to go. Our favorite is still the Milwaukee Brewers park since the bratwursts rock our worlds. Bug enjoyed running around the stadiums, meeting other little kids, and trying to steal their toys. The only real drama that happened on the trip was another example of yours truly's grace and elegance. While carrying Bug, I fell going up a flight of stairs on the way to dinner on Saturday night. I blame my shoes. It's their fault. Bug is fine. She was pretty shaken up but not injured. I didn't fair quite so well, having scrapes and bruises to show for my trouble. Of course, I decided to break my fall with my hand. My left hand, of course, which is less than fantastic given that I am a left-handed freak. I had x-rays this afternoon and it's a "soft tissue injury," which is good since there is no cast involved. The doctor said it should get better in about two weeks, but I should rest it and take ibuprofen.

Alas, no narcotics. I could really use them, not for the pain in my wrist (which can be major) but instead to ease the pain of the doctor-imposed knitting hiatus. And my sock class is this weekend. Perhaps I will go anyway, just to pet the yarn. And have an excuse to stop at my favorite pastry place on the way.

Oh, and, if you happen to be near Tucson, check out the local tv stations in hopes of seeing an ad for Purl's, the only knitting store I have heard of that advertises on television. How cool is that!