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….we’ve ordered the new pool table. I’m sitting here working, and I hear her mumbling specs and price and other stuff under her breath, and then I hear her mouse go “click” and I can actually feel the pain in my wallet.

brunswick_ashtonAnd now we’re the proud owners of what you see above – or, at least, a reasonable facsimile thereof. This is not our room (any “Turner and Hooch” fans out there? : ) and this is not our pool table – this is the picture from the web site.

This is a Brunswick Ashton, sold by Costco (I’m pretty sure it’s the “Allenton”, rebranded so that Costco can sell it for some less). We were finding comparable used tables in the region in a given price point, and we’d have had to pay for moving and setup; we got this new one from Costco for about what we’d pay used locally, and that includes moving and setup, and we get to pick legs, finish, and felt (we’re probably going with “Macintosh”, just slightly more crimson than the red seen above. Longtime readers of this feature will not question the “crimson” choice). Plus, it comes with the whole shebang – balls, cues, et cetera.

It’s an 8 foot table, which means that we should have a 15×17 room to put it in; the loft is 13×15, but there are two walls missing, so we’re okay – at least, I hope we are. It’s already been ordered.

It’ll be several weeks before it gets delivered, but I suspect that we’ve got plenty to do to keep us busy in the meantime. Pool tables are for relaxing, not for getting work done. If there’s work that needs doing, a pool table is a liability, not an asset.

The loft is upstairs, behind Ethel’s office; we’ve already ordered the mini-fridge (84-can capacity, glass front, temp down to 34 F) and we’ve got the K-cup machine, so this will basically be my and Ethel’s break room area. It won’t be like our break room at Workday, with all of the free snacks and company – but it also won’t have 15 millennials playing Ping-Pong, so there’s that, too 🙂

We close tomorrow. I got a panicked call from the loan officer this morning – the underwriters needed something else. It was a few clicks and an email later that they got what they needed. Now there should be nothing but the silence of expectation until 11 AM tomorrow, when we sign the papers and take the keys; then I go back to work for the rest of the day, and Ethel starts….starts doing Ethel things.

We’ve got everything here at the condo that needs to go out to the house, and we’ve bought an inflatable bed to sleep in until the guest bed gets here next Tuesday (which we’ll sleep in until our new bedroom suit gets here in a month or so). We will be setting up the training room in an interim configuration. We’ll basically be living in little pieces of the house in little ways while we’re painting, until the furniture (and all the new stuff that Ethel has ordered) shows up.

And then, on Tuesday, after we’re exhausted from 4-5 days of painting 12-16 hours…things get crazy.

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Last Thursday, I pointed out that the appraisal was due on 12 Red Rock, and that appraisals had already cost us one house purchase this summer.

On Friday, we didn’t buy this house:

monidaThis is not 12 Red Rock – this is on Monida, and we didn’t buy it.

“Lemme ‘splain – no, is too much. Lemme sum up.” – The appraisal came in low. So we were on the hook for the difference, in cash. So we freaked out, ran in circles, screamed, shouted, and generally raised a hubbub, and then went out looking for The Next House.

Nothing suggested itself except for the above home, which – while being more expensive – probably suited us even better. I found it while Ethel had Lucy at the vet (a “meet and greet” – sheeesh) and she wouldn’t answer her phone, because she was talking about important stuff, like Lucy’s bowel movements.

When I finally reached her, she came to meet me at the house, and then we met the realtor, and then we couldn’t get the offer in because our realtor was out of pocket. By the time we finally got the offer in – that night – the house was sold; the builder had accepted a verbal offer in the meantime.

I’m just a mite tired of all this.

As it turned out, we split the difference with the seller, so we wound up buying the house for slightly less while paying slightly more out of pocket. And we are closing in two days; Ethel has pulled the trigger on many purchases and contracts and whatnot. We’ve bought another TV for the training room, a mini-fridge for the loft, we’ve arranged for power and water and gas and such, we have a furniture delivery for the locally-bought dining room (table is locally made; the chairs are Pennsylvania Amish bent hickory), barstools and my morning chair (Amish bent hickory, again) on Friday, our stuff will be here from Utah on Tuesday, and the AV will be set up on Wednesday.

(We have a new bedroom, locally built, but it won’t be here for another six weeks or so. They build slow here in Bozeman).

Don’t know yet where the pool table will come from. But at least we know where it’s going – up on the loft. When there is enough 4K content to justify buying a 4K football watching device, we’ll get one and move the 70 inch Aquos up there. Until then, we’ll have to play pool without watching the game.

I also have to buy a lawn mower and shovels and rakes and implements of destruction; I’m worn out just thinking about it.

Now, I haven’t mentioned in all of this bruhaha the fact that, after we close, we have to paint the whole dang house ourselves; not only were painting contractors outrageously expensive, but also none of them could actually start anywhere near any conceivable time frame in which we might be interested. So we’re going to be painting the house between the closing and the furniture arriving on Tuesday. (Pray for us now and in the hour of our death – amen).

Two years ago today, Ethel and I drove from Arizona into Utah to begin our new lives. I am trying to imagine what I might have said to somebody had they told me that, exactly two years later, I’d be living in Montana, waiting to close on a new house, I would have assumed that you were talking to somebody else. The last 2.5 years have been insane. I have heartburn just thinking about it.

Ethel keeps saying “we’re almost there” – and, from a calendar perspective, I suppose she’s correct.

But, from a sweat and dollar perspective, we’ve got a long, long way to go.

But at least we know which house we’re moving into.

It’s Thursday, August 6th, and the appraisal is due on 12 Red Rock Ct.

RedRockIt was ordered six weeks ago, but in the current market, the appraisers have all that they can do. Our banker originally thought that it would actually be here last week, and that we might be closing by now. But we’re still sitting in the condo, waiting on the appraisal.

It’s an issue because, if it doesn’t come in high enough, it means financing trouble.

Our appraisal came in $12K low on the second condo that we had a contract on in Taylorsville, and because of that, Ethel stood up and quit her job to move to Bozeman, but they told her to just go ahead and move to Bozeman. I’m not going to say how many, many thousands of dollars MORE than that piddlin’ $12K the move to Bozeman is costing us. You won’t hear a peep out of me about it. As Ethel keeps saying, “the end game is a home in Bozeman”.

The above pic is out of date – the house now has grass and three little landscaping-company trees in the yard. We’ve bought the bedroom suit and the dining room table; we’ve made arrangements for the AV installation (the most expensive thing of all, which is strange, because we already OWN the TV) and we’ve bought the paint (we’re going to be doing the painting ourselves; local contractors were prohibitively expensive – again, that hot real estate market – and no matter how much they charged, they would not be getting it done for a long time anyway).

We have made some changes that are part of the move to Bozeman (whether it’s Red Rock Court or not) such as getting a bank account at Stockman Bank. Today I moved my direct deposit to that bank. It’s a local bank, and it’s cooler’n all git out – the teller windows have candy and dog treats, and when we were getting our account set up, they were playing “Shout!” on the sound system. (The deposit slips say “God Bless America” on them. This is not New Jersey).

We’ve joined a gym, and we’ve joined the local Masters Swimming club. And we’ve joined the church parish, as well. So even if we don’t wind up moving into Red Rock, we’re going to living in Bozeman, it looks like.

This is the most stressful move on record, sans doubt. It’s been going on, in one phase or the other, since February. It won’t be over for a while. And we don’t know, right now, even if we’re moving forward with 12 Red Rock, because, as I said above, the appraisal is due today.