| February 19, 2003 | ||||||||||||||
| Anyway--nearly a day has passed since I wrote here last, and I haven't heard from Karla, except that my books came. So, my hopes that this would blow over are leaving quickly. Damn. I did talk to her sister a bit though. I thought she might know more than I do about low income loans and grant programs. I was right. She called Karla and told me that Karla may be eligible to have all the repairs made for a 1% interest loan. Also a forgivable grant of $10000 if she lives there for 10 years. Hope she gets it all. She will have a very nice house, though a bit much for three people. At the very least though, she will have a little stress lifted off her shoulders. Me? Bad day at work. No patients, little to do. Played some MSN games, talked to a couple people that I haven't talked to in awhile. Thought. A lot. But enough of that, making myself depressed all over again. Let's look for something nice in this day. Hmmm Hmmm Nope, nothing there. Guess I will write when I find something. House update--electric was repair, lights all work, fridge works, etc. And the building inspector said there isn't much that needs to be done for an occupancy permit. Also, the reason for the high heating estimates is some strange need for two furnaces. I don't really understand that. But . . . . I got all that information from Karla, so hopefully she is letting me back in a bit. And I do want to clarify something. Part of the reason for all this is my wondering, at the worst possible time, whether she really wanted me in her life or not. I shouldn't have wondered. She just bought a house for us. So, I pushed, and everything blew up. So, she can't deal with the stress of me wondering, and the house at the same time. Well, I don't wonder anymore. Not at all. The question is now, will she be willing to get past that, and back on track? We were so good for eachother. And that's it for today. Maybe my next entry will be something happier. I can hope, can't I? C OOhh, one nice thing, awesome day outside!!! Nice day for a long walk at lunchtime . . . |
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