Boppish is what Tim and I call one another when we have energy and are in a good mood. It comes from the word "bop", which is an interchangable pet name we use.

Anyway, I'm boppish today. I slept well last night for the first time in a few nights, which is always lovely. I love sleeping. My upper back/ neck is finally at the point where it doesn't hurt all the time (especially when I wake up), so I'm going to go back to the gym tomorrow (I'll be careful, though). I made extra money last night going to a research group discussion, so I'm not panicked about money so much at the moment. LIfe is good.

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Ok, so I am a little freaked out that they're selling our house and that we may have to move. Some of the potential buyers are adult siblings looking to live in the same building, but not in the same flat, so they'll want more than just the one nice unit. I did a little research though and found out that they'd have to give us 60 days if the new owners decide to live in our unit, which is a little reassuring, but I really don't want to move. Tim and I already have looked at a few places around here, and have discovered that the market is even better (for renters) than it was this time last year, so that's good. Still: moving sucks.

I also found out that our landlady did not follow proper legal procedures when she called the night before to let us know they were showing the house the next morning (which happened to be the first Saturday of our vacation). She should have given us written notice first, *then* given us 24 hours notice; even then, if the day she wants to come in is not from 8am to 5pm during the week, we're within our legal right to say no. Heh. Of course, who knows which of these strangers tromping through my house is going to be our new landlord (if they let us stay), so I try to be super nice and agreeable, even while I seethe inside.

Last week we were home when some potential buyers came by. My landlady did not show. So I had to show them around, let them in the garage and laundry room, answer questions, play hostess. Oooh, was I so angry. On the inside. On the outside, I was pleasantness personified. I was trying to use my psychic abilities on them, too, "Please don't want to live in our flat.... you'll like the neighbor's flat better....You like me and don't want to make me move... I'll cry if you make me move..."

The thing about all this is that it may take months and months for them to sell the house we live in. We won't know until after the place is sold whether we have to move or not. That means, for me, months and months of limbo. I had planned to finally clean out the crafty nook, move camping equipment and whatnot to the garage and finally have working closets. I was just waiting until our crazy July was over to begin. Now, well, I wonder whether I should. It seems silly to spread out and get comfy when we might be packing in the next few months...

I dunno how I got off on the housing rant. Anyway, it's a new thing for me to obsess over when I'm not obsessing over bridesmaid dresses ;-)

Cheers!