Only In A First World Country Would Any Of This Be A Problem

Here is the view I had from my chair in the waiting area of the woman's imaging center. I didn't have to wait an ungodly amount of time and I was very early. I had enough time to read at least a part of a New Yorker article that, as I told Glen later, was almost as long as a novel. But a good article. About women on death row in a prison outside Waco, Texas and the nuns who have adopted them. You can read it HERE if you want. 

Not unlike the place where I got my colonoscopy, that imaging center runs like a factory. An employee comes out, calls four names, hands each person a cheapo tote bag, asks if they're wearing deodorant (a big no-no) and herds everyone into an area with dressing rooms and gives instructions as to how to get ready and what to do with your purse and clothing. (Put them in the large bag and take them with you.) Then you wait in a little area in the center of the dressing room area until they call you again and you follow your tech and enter the dimly lit room, set down your bag where you've been instructed to do so, and the fun begins. 

My tech lady today was somewhat different than all the others I've had. I can't put my finger on exactly why but she was older and her instructions were crisper and seemed far more rote than personal but Jesus, if you do the same thing a hundred times a day, your patter is going to get stale. 
Am I right?
So I bumbled through the steps and placements and when she was satisfied, she'd go behind the lead podium (I'm assuming), say, "Take a breath and hold it," click her little button and then a short whirring began and then you are told you can breathe. 
They generally take four different shots and the tech does check them for readability and as I discovered today, for anything that looks suspicious, whereupon she consults a radiologist who asks for more images if they want them and then does indeed come and talk to the woman. 
My tech got the shots she wanted and told me I was done and led me back to the dressing room area and said I was free to dress and go. That sounds good to me. 
I learned about the radiologist being there from a woman I went down the elevator with. I fell instantly in love with this woman and would be so happy to be her mother, her sister, her daughter, her auntie, or her child. Or grandmother! I said to her that I found the waiting for results to be the hardest part and that I wished they could read the images when you get them so that a doctor could judge whether things looked okay or not and then come in and talk to you about it. And she said, "That's what happened to me!"
The tech had looked at her films, said, "Don't go anywhere, I might need to get more pictures," went away for a little while, and came back with the radiologist. 
"Is everything okay?" I asked her. 
"Yes!" she said, and we laughed and side-hugged and I will think about her for a very long time. 

And on to the house. I will tell you right now that Mr. Moon has already put an offer on the place, dependent on an inspection, of course. The owners' son who has power of attorney lives on the West Coast and has to consult his siblings before he can accept it or deny it. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Glen is on tenterhooks. 

So there is that. Obviously, the man wants it. 

As I said yesterday, photographs can lie. Or, mislead at least. And one thing I noticed immediately when we drove up to the house was that it is in a neighborhood. A real, live neighborhood. Not in the middle of the enchanted forest. Houses next door, houses across the street. 

That's how close the houses are. 

The next thing I realized is that the part of the lake the house is on is a cove. A small cove. And other people have their docks right there. 

The only other person we saw today though, was the next-door neighbor Glen met when he was there on Friday whom he says is a very, very nice older lady, and the realtor. We did not talk to the older lady because we were in the car and leaving when we saw her but when we say "older" I am not sure that she's even as old as we are. She looked pretty perky to me. 

The realtor is the same one we had a few months ago when we went up and looked at the place near Cairo, Georgia on a river that was completely isolated and in the middle of nowhere. Do you ever feel like yes, we do create our own reality and sometimes we just run out of ideas? 
I do.

So let us not go over every detail of seeing the house. I do not hate it. I don't. It's not my dream house in any way except that my husband wants it. The kitchen is horrible and needs to be completely ripped out or at least partially ripped out. The wallpaper alone...
The floor in it is not carpeted, which is good, but it's vinyl flooring meant to resemble tiles. 
The rest of the house IS carpeted. Very carpeted. It was built on a slab, meaning that underneath that carpet is concrete so it would not be easy to lay wood flooring over that. We have done that before and know how difficult it is. 
The bathroom in the "master suite" is hideous and must also be completely redone, not only for cosmetic reasons but also for safety reasons. 
We are old. 

The ceilings are very high and Glen does love that. 

From the listings website. 

And that open, airy layout is lovely in theory but what it amounts to is that there is really only one very large room in the house for regular living. Whatever a TV watcher is watching will be heard and seen by whoever is cooking. I've never been a fan of the open layout. When I'm in the kitchen, I want my space, my tools, and yes, my privacy. My cooking is not a spectator sport. 

So, Ms. Moon. What DID you like about the house?

That back porch. It is as lovely as it was in the picture. I sat on the porch swing for quite awhile as Glen was moving around with a tape measure and flashlight. And it was very, very peaceful. 

I, too, liked the high ceilings. I doubt that either Glen or I will be spending any time upstairs although this upstairs room gave me a sense of real peace as soon as I walked into it. 

I know you can't get that from the picture but it's what I felt. 

Oh. There's no real cell reception and internet is yet to be ubiquitous meaning that yes, we could get it but it ain't gonna be too easy. 

And I haven't even discussed the yard situation. 
(Not great)

Oh well. None of this is going to happen overnight although I feel that the second we have signed on the dotted line, Mr. Moon will want a bed, and a pantry and refrigerator with just enough food to sustain him as he jumps into this next stage and adventure in his life. 

Bless our hearts.

Love...Ms. Moon