Posted by caprycorn on Tue 25 Sep 07, 10:49 PM to caprycorn's blog.
So when is the key date for an anniversary? When you first talk online? (four years and three days ago). When you agree to meet? (four years and two days ago). When we first met? When we kissed? When flesh met flesh? When he first told me he loved me? All the same day. Four years ago. Ish. Give or take an hour or three or twenty three.
And then there's her. When is our anniversary with her? When we first talked to her online? That's years ago now too. When we met her? It was platonic, then. So is it then? Is it when she first came to us for shelter? Still platonic? When we began to explore? Too many days to choose from. But all precious.
It's been a shitty week this week. Shitty shitty shitty. Nothing major, just irritations. The house we were going to buy we aren't now going to buy because one of the couple doesn't really want to sell it, we think, and they've pratted us about. Not happy; the man concerned has acted with no integrity. So even though he now wants us to buy his house again, I don't think we'll be doing so. He's wasted enough of our time. Either that or he drops the price by a fair size chunk. I'm not in the mood to be nice.
On the up side - and there are several - it's done us many favours. We were still lurching through something of a rough patch when we first started looking and when we first chose this house. And I admit that I was concerned that it was going to be a papering over the cracks exercise, the elephant in the living room. Except in all this time, no cold feet. Not once. It's what is right and even though it won't be in this first house, it will be in a house that will be ours and will be our home. We're doing the right thing, for all of our family, each and every one of us.
Another upside. This first house that blew us away has set a benchmark on where we can take an "ordinary" house and make it special to us. We can create it ourselves, and now we know how. On a monetary pov, we should be able to do so for much less than the annoying man wants for his house... so a mercenary bonus too.
Other bonuses. I now get another chance to shop (at which I excel) and it doesn't come much more important a purchase than this. It's even more important than buying boots. No really, it really really is that important.
Final bonus - there is a small enclave of houses in the village in which I grew up which I have always adored. And guess what? One has come on the market. So even if it's not right for us, we're still going to see it to have a bloody good nose around!
Actually not final bonus. People who are special to people have come home safe from not-playing in the sand. Herself, away tonight, is home tomorrow. I have a buck naked J reclining on the floor and looking at me with a debauched glint in the way that only he can. We will hopefully be seeing good friends this weekend. My footy team is third in the prem. My cats are asleep, one at my feet and one at my side. My daughter made me a card with "I love you mum, you are my besst freind" (sic) written inside, just because she wanted to. And I have toblerone in the fridge, should I feel that way inclined.
Except I think I'll ditch the toblerone and just curl up in bed with a certain bear instead. Not because I want to deny myself but because how can a sugar rush compete with this? It just can't. I'm happy. Not so happy as I'll be when she's home tomorrow, but happy nontheless.
Happy anniversary Master. And may we have many many more, you and I and our girl Lucky and our daughter too.
Family.
Mine.
