There are those of us, perhaps on the spectrum, who like to watch the clothes go around in the dryer.
Our building provides a video feed of the laundry room on our tv. I can watch my clothes go around from the comfort of my own easy chair. I feel this is very thoughtful of building management.
Weather-wise, that is. Mid-January, but yet sunny, with temperatures above freezing.
I walked along the beach and out onto the pier.
A few more years, and we’ll have palm trees growing there. It will be like Miami beach without the hurricanes.
CVH doesn’t like me to drive her BMW.
Elsewhere on this blog, you can read about the time I got it stuck in the mud.
I probably haven’t driven it in two years, and it has been sitting in the carport for a couple of months. I told my wife that I needed to take it around the block a few times to charge the battery, avoid flat spots on the tires, etc, etc, etc. I jump started it with the Datsun and headed through the neighborhood.
I only got about half a mile before the dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree and the car went into Limp Mode. Limp Mode is exactly what it sounds like. I ran a few stop signs and got back to my driveway.
The local BMW shop said don’t drive it. Have it towed. Since I pay for roadside assistance, I decided to use my towing benefit. I called the insurance company and told them I wanted it taken to the BMW shop three miles away. They said fine, the tow would be fully covered, no deductible.
Forty-five minutes later, a tow truck shows up and calls me on the phone. I go out and meet the affable driver and his dachshund. Cutest little dog. It hops out and runs around in my front yard. We get the BMW started and loaded onto his flatbed. I confirm which shop the car is going to and he takes off.
I go back inside. Five minutes later the phone rings. It’s the insurance company. They tell me that the towing company is not responding, the towing company’s secondary phone number has been disconnected, and they are going to have to contact a different tow company. I tell them that someone has already driven off with the car. Pause. “They never told us,” I am informed. Of course, I don’t have the tow truck driver’s name, license number, or any paperwork. I was just playing with his dog while he did the work. Very clever.
I do have comprehensive on the car. And since I was planning on selling the car next month anyway, I figure this could be a best case scenario.
We have learned that condos don’t always look the same in person as they are advertised on the internet.
So we drove up to look at the one we have placed an offer on.
Startlingly, it looks just like it does in the Redfin ad. What are the chances of that?
Plus, it snowed while we were there. I thought it was exciting. This sentiment was not shared by all in our party.
We had a long-distance walkthrough of the condo we’re considering. For a two-bedroom apartment, it has a large kitchen with gas range (very important to CVH). Based on the dozens of condos that we’ve looked at online, I don’t think we’re going to find a bigger kitchen in our price range. And of course, the building allows cats.
We made an offer and sent our earnest money.
Another condo came on the market in this lakefront highrise. Sixteen stories up. I think George Jetson used to live there. We arranged for our Realtor to give us a remote tour, but alas, once again, it went under contract before we could even see it.
Condos in downtown Chicago are a drug on the market, but it’s a lively market on the North Side.
There is another unit available in this building closer to the ground. We’ll see if we can get a look at it before it sells.
The Realtor walked us through the condo we were interested in with her cell phone camera. There were definitely some surprise things that were not featured in the pictures on Redfin. Extra stairs. Odd floors. In any event, the seller accepted an offer from someone else in the meantime.
For the past couple of years, we’ve been seriously considering moving to Chicago. Originally we were going to wait until 2022, but it’s looking like we need to move up that schedule to Spring 2021.
We’ve been looking at lots and lots of condos on Redfin this summer in order to get a feel for what’s available in various neighborhoods. We have found one for sale that we might want to go ahead and get now. It has lots of windows and appears to be on a pleasant tree-lined residential street in Albany Park (or Irving Park, depending on who you ask – it’s near the border between the two in any event). We’re going to get the Realtor to give us a remote tour with her cell phone.
East Kentucky, that is. We loaded up the Datsun and headed to Carter County, in far eastern Kentucky and Carter Caves Kentucky State Park.
Carter County is named for Kentucky State Senator William Grayson Carter. Apparently the neighboring counties got too big and had to be redistricted and this new county was named after him. Kentucky has a ridiculously large number of counties for a state of its population. A tremendous amount of taxpayer money could be saved by consolidation. But that is not the subject of this post.
Carter Caves State Park is situated in the typically beautiful East Kentucky hills. It does have a number of caves (twenty), but they were all closed due to the corona pandemic. Actually, nearly all the park’s amenities were closed, including the canoe tours, swimming pool, playground, restaurant, and miniature golf course. Nevertheless, it was worth the trip.
Perhaps because so many of the family activities were not available, it wasn’t very crowded. All the hiking trails were open, and we were able to see lots of trees (lots), lots of big rocks (lots), and big rock bridges, which were as impressive as caves and much less claustrophobic.
We stayed in the motel in the park. It was the usual park motel room, with a deck that allowed us to listen to the birds sing, and one night, watch a deer eat. Deer are surprisingly noisy eaters.
I enjoy hiking the Kentucky woods, and had a great time. CVH was less pleased with the way the hills kept going up and down and up again.
Stepping outside early today, I thought “What a beautiful Friday morning!”
“Or Monday morning. Or Saturday morning.”
And I realized it doesn’t matter much these days.
