A Busy Day

Sep. 7th, 2007 07:17 am
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Got the first load of laundry in already. It will probably be done by the time I'm done posting this update. I have the CO inspection in less than 2 hours, and then I need to bug my lawyer about the closing date - if it is next Friday, we need to know so we can make arrangements with our respective work schedules.

We jumped our last hurdle; the home inspection "discount" negotiation. I was hoping to get away with something less than what I offered the guy, but I stupidly told our realtor what my bottom line price was and she ratted me out (according to my lawyer, who was trying to get what the minimum they'd accept was). Sigh. Well, it's only money. All we have to do is get the CO on our end (which should pass today), and the buyer needs his mortgage commitment, and we're all set. I know he's going to get his commitment, because the house will appraise at least 20 or 30K over the sale price (closer to 40K is my thought), and he's putting 10% down in cash.

Today will be filled with very mundane chores, and then off to the coven retreat, where we will attempt to reverse the polarity that has grown up over the past couple of years. I'm just tired of the drama and I'd like to see a resolution, one way or another.

I also had some very intense dreams last night. Dream 1: my cover band had a gig at Philcon, and we were setting up and this huge crowd of people wandered in to where we were supposed to play. We were ready to play, but not ready, and then the rest of the band were conscripted into carrying dealer tables (loaded with merchandise) out of the dealer's room and into the public areas (including our "stage" area). When we were ready to play, a bead dealer had her table set up on top of our mixer stack, in front of the drum set, and some other tables taking over the entire stage area. She was about to use my microphone to start a class or sale or something and I got very angry and was yelling at her saying, "do you know what this is like? How about if I took a knife and cut all these bead strings here and scattered all your beads?" I indicated her hanging beads at one of the tables. She agreed to move on, but by the time that was all cleared away, the crowd was also dissipating, because some movie was going to be shown in the now empty dealer's room (and they were queuing up for that). A handful of people remained who still wanted to hear us play, but then hotel management came by and shut us down, saying that some guests were now sleeping (it was 11PM at this point). My reaction to that news was: WTF is the hotel doing putting "early bird" patrons on the first floor during a convention, and if the convention had paid us to do this gig, we wouldn't have been treated this way, and I'm never doing a free gig again.

Then I had a weird clubbing dream, which must have been inspired by a friend's admission that  (a) she's now a vampyre (I'm sure I'll get my head handed to me if I don't spelle it wyth a "y") and (b) she has a myspace page (where she is completely lying about her age for some reason), and (c) she is old enough to know better. I started reading her blog entries, and... well... let's just say that I have a low tolerance for people who get their lifestyle ideas from fantasy fiction, RPGs, Gor novels, or worse; TV shows (Buffy/Angel). I take vamps about as seriously as people who use Charmed as their primary source for Wicca, and for very similar reasons. I suppose that means I'm "too old to understand", and that I have a large circle of acquaintances that think similarly of me for even researching Astrology, let alone having an open mind as to its validity. But she's an adult, and doesn't require my approval, and I still love her.

But anyway, the clubbing dream was inspired by my overfull bladder, so there was the archetypal disgusting bathroom with overflowing toilets (which is a recurring theme for the full bladder dreams for me), but this time populated with goth-looking vampyre girls all exceedingly pale and in corsets and shemales peeing into urinals standing up, and me being offered a large white plastic bucket to void myself into, which I did for what seemed like half an hour. I'm just really glad it stayed in the dream world and that I woke up to use the real bathroom.


Date: 2007-09-07 12:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thewrongcrowd.livejournal.com
told our realtor what my bottom line price was and she ratted me out

I hate it when that happens. It's just so easy to forget that they're not really working for you. They want a sale and they want the biggest sale they can get.

...of course Charmed is a good source for knowledge about Wicca. It was on TV after all. ;P

Date: 2007-09-07 05:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nightwind292.livejournal.com
i hate that charmed thing... grek, amusing the show is, acurate it aint...

Willow and tara in buffy where closer to the religion aspects

*grin*

Date: 2007-09-08 12:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] saminz.livejournal.com
Crikey - you're generous... I would surely have something of a pretty hard time with "vampYre-lady" ;-P.
(Dealing with my own best friend's reality loss during schizophrenic episodes has lowered tolerance there, I guess. Maybe keep a close eye on hers. *Might* lead to something more disturbed/disturbing, even...)
Besides: Too "old" to understand a vampire lifestyle?!? Helloo...?

That dream seems to depict your crowded life pretty nicely, I'd say. You are juggling with a lot - certainly more than most of us could handle in any calm way. And much of it has an appearance: Music, handicraft, dealing, lack of sleep, money.... Everything crowding over the other...?






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