the first time I saw my townhouse. It was a freezing winter afternoon, and I had to meet the estate agent outside the complex. I immediately fell in love with the place…
This afternoon I saw that happen to a lovely young couple who came to look at the place. I took them around, answered all their questions, and they made an offer. An extremely good offer. They became really excited and started making plans to paint the place and work on the garden… It was really sweet to see.
Will talk to the attorney on Monday and get the ball rolling on this.
It’s funny… I didn’t feel nervous at all during this process. I prayed, and my prayer was answered. Much to be thankful for :)
house doesn’t need much attention. It is a very solid face-brick building with excellent security. We simply have to remove some extra lights and fixtures, slap on a fresh coat of paint and give the place a thorough cleaning.
Of course we don’t have the best track-record when it comes to choosing paint colours… Two years ago we painted our current place. The colour looked great in the living area so we decided to use it in the stairway also. Unfortunately the light differs a bit from one room to the next, and we ended up with something resembling the inside of a very ripe melon.
We dropped by the hardware store yesterday and picked up some colour charts. I love the names they give to some of the shades… Calico Cat, Linen Dress, Winter Haven... We both like calm colour schemes, but have decided to wait for my friend Suzanne’s expert input once she’s back from the UK.
my townhouse seven years ago. Everything went very well until around August last year. The company that managed the complex’s accounts never reported a water leak to us. Once the council started sending massive bills, the company simply kept on paying them, and when they ran out of money they started using the funds in our savings account. This continued until they’d cleared out the savings account (R400 000) and managed to run up a R280 000 debt. So of course the council switched off the complex’s electricity due to non-payment, and threatened to cut off our water supply. In January we all had to pay R20 000 each just to avoid this. Twenty-thousand rand is a lot of money (for me anyway)... I was furious. I don’t mind paying if I’m in the wrong, but to have to pay to fix someone else’s mistake is a bitter pill to swallow… (The company in question has since been fired.)
So now the complex will have to try and raise all the funds it lost in the first place. (There’s even talk of litigation, but I have a feeling it won’t amount to anything…) That will mean special levies, endless hours of Body Corporate meetings etc. And then there’s the added hassle of tenants. Of course you can strike it lucky and get great tenants, but the opposite can so easily happen and then you’re stuck with them.
So we’ve decided to sell it instead. The townhouse is 100% mine, so whatever we get for the place can go straight into the new bond. (We’d like to pay off the bond on the new house in less than seven years.) Of course I’m sad to let the place go, but I honestly don’t see any other way.
Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith
Thought-provoking and well written. Dark and disturbing. My husband and I had a great time debating some of the topics in this book, especially religion in general.
my mother fiercely, but sometimes she can be a real handful. I start work between 3 and 4 am every day, so I usually take a nap in the afternoon. She knows this. So last Wednesday afternoon she phoned me up and immediately asked if she can come and visit me the next afternoon. I was fuzzy and still half asleep. I told her that the house is a mess, but she’s always welcome to come over. She slammed shut like a clam at my answer, mumbled something and rang off. Once I was awake, I phoned her back, told her she’s welcome to come and visit me, and apologised if I offended her in any way. She said it was fine, but of course it wasn’t. She’s been funny with me ever since.
So this afternoon I rang her up, apologised again, tried to fight my corner, and finally told her that she’s exactly like my brother – it takes very little to offend either of them. (This is very ironic, seeing as this exact quality in my brother infuriates her…)
So now the ball is in her court. I told her to notify me once my time in purgatory was over so we can resume our otherwise lovely relationship.
A Breath of Snow and Ashes
This was better than the previous installment. Not bad.
has rehired Rowan!! Same position, same salary. I don’t know why they retrenched him in the first place, but I’m so happy for him. He’s so relieved to have work again… He’s had some weird jobs these past five months, but nothing permanent. He told me that I was the only person from work who regularly contacted him to hear how he’s doing, and how much he appreciates it :)
Walked to our new house this afternoon to water the pot plants. I took our doggies along, and they had a mad time sniffing around and chasing each other in the massive yard. The garden needs a lot of work, and there are some poisonous plants that we’ll have to remove as soon as we get there, but I’m so excited and can’t wait! We signed the transfer documents yesterday, and the attorney said we would likely be able to move in around mid- to end-August. Enough time to have the place cleaned and painted etc.
my husband. He’s been working hellish hours this past week – his project’s in the ‘go live’ stage right now – and I can count on one hand the number of hours I’ve seen him awake over the past seven days. I suppose the upside of this is that he’ll be done with that pesky client within the next month or so.
On a more positive note… I’ve started watching the latest season of Mad Men :) I do so love that series, but find that I have to be in a certain mood to watch it. Watched episodes one and two last night, and can’t wait to continue with the story this evening :)
I wish we could hold a Mad Men themed housewarming once we’ve moved into our new place, but I’m the only one of my friends who watches the show…
Fastest Cinnamon Buns
My husband always craves cinnamon rolls in winter, but seeing as we don’t have central heating and try to conserve energy it is virtually impossible to get dough to rise in our cold little house. So I found this recipe. He loves it! It makes a beautiful dough, and the pecans give it a lovely nutty taste. I substituted the allspice and cloves for one star anise – I couldn’t find allspice and my husband hates cloves. (The chef at his previous job used to put it in everything. Even coal slaw…)
slowness is extremely frustrating. I think it is pathetic that the administrators don’t communicate the reason for this to its users, instead causing people to panic and imagine all kinds of lurid scenarios.
This week passed in a bit of a haze. I slept a lot… I suspect it was my body’s way of letting go of all the tension built-up over the past three weeks. All the documents for the new house have been signed and are at the attorneys, and the transfer could take anything from 4 weeks to 3 months, so I think we’ll have enough time to sort through everything and pack only what we need to take along. The plan is to clean out the garage tomorrow, and move the boxes in there as we pack.
I also have to do some food prep tomorrow. My mother-in-law, her partner and my husband’s youngest sister Lani are coming to lunch on Sunday. I’m making spinach ricotta cannelloni for Lani, spicy chicken livers for the carnivores, and tapioca pudding for dessert.
has been APPROVED!!! So happy and excited :D
Jungle Capitalists: A Story of Globalisation, Greed and Revolution
An interesting look at the humble banana and its pioneering role in globalisation.
seems somebody somewhere heard my winter lament, because the past few days have been positively nippy :) So happy.
My husband and I are stuck in a horrible, repetitive cycle. He keeps forgetting to do stuff, so I have to keep reminding him. The more I have to remind him, the more frustrated he becomes (although he still doesn’t remember). And his frustration makes me resent him for having to remind him all the time. We’re supposed to go away this weekend, but he still hasn’t confirmed whether his leave’s been approved (!!?).
He forgets to follow up on stuff – important, trying-to-buy-a-house stuff. This has resulted in me taking on all the admin for this exercise, and yesterday I finally had a most spectacular meltdown. He was very supportive and resolved to take over the phone calls and endless document requests, and I love him for doing that. Unfortunately I’ve already made the transformation to controlling nut-job, so this morning begged to have all the responsibility handed back to me. But I ramble…
I think he needs an extended holiday. He’s so busy at work, and he’s always tired. He hasn’t had a proper break in more than two years now! I hope this weekend away does him some good. I fear for his health. And my sanity.
The Fiery Cross
This was a tedious and frustrating read… Gabaldon totally lost the plot with this one. Just what I needed to get me out of this fluff-rut I’ve been stuck in.
just turn out to be the most disappointing winter I’ve ever experienced. Daytime temperatures have been hovering around 25ºC for the past week (or three) now, and the nights aren’t cold either! I suppose I shouldn’t complain – our country’s delapidated power grid really can’t cope with everybody turning on their heaters, and goodness knows I’m in no mood for the rolling blackouts we experienced back in 2008… Still, winter is my favourite season. I look forward to it all year, and this extended Indian summer is ruining it for me :(
my big boy’s birthday :) I can still remember the night we fetched Otto. It was seven years ago, and a cold front was pushing in over the city. Quentin was driving and he took a wrong turn, and we ended up driving through Sunnyside on the last Friday of the month. The streets were teeming with people… And Otto sat in my lap, moaning softly and chewing my finger.
Since then we’ve only spent a few days apart. He’s with me 24 hours a day. He likes to sneak up to our bedroom on winter mornings – he jumps on our bed and lies in my spot. He loves long walks, and he’s a great jogging companion. He’s seen me at my best, and at my worst, and he loves me unconditionally. He’s the kindest, sweetest creature in the world, and I can’t imagine my life without him :)
I love you Otter x
A house we both like came on the market last week Monday. It’s on a route we regularly walk with our dogs. Beautiful garden. Although we weren’t really looking to buy right now, we decided to contact the seller anyway and have a look, telling ourselves that it wouldn’t hurt to see the place.
He started showing the house on Thursday, and we were the first people to see it. We both loved it, and made an offer (which he accepted).
So the past week’s been spent filling out, scanning, e-mailing, printing, and correcting countless forms, going to the bank to get certified bank statements, phoning accountants for additional back-up documents, AGAIN scanning everything and sending it to a very ditsy b(l)ond originator (who got confused halfway through the process and filed half our paperwork in somebody else’s file…), and dealing with attorneys who don’t answer their phones before 09h30 in the morning! Seriously?!
My nerves are shot, and I suspect all of this helped fuel the horrible headaches I’ve been having most of this week. But all the paperwork is finally in, and the applications sent off to the banks. Now the waiting (and praying) starts…
I’m trying to be very philosophical about this, telling myself we’ll get the house if it was meant to be. But it’s no good… I’ll be quite devastated if, for some/any reason, we’re unable to bed down this transaction… :/
battling a massive migraine most of the day. It’s slightly better now, but three hours ago I thought I was going to die. On days like this I wish I could just go into a dark room, close the door and disappear.
I can’t wait for my husband to get home. He has this ability to kiss the pain away… I know it sounds silly but it really works :)