|Life plays a mean joke.
||[Apr. 18th, 2007|07:12 pm]
First, I had my CT scan this morning, with the barium sulfate vanilla smoothie and the IV of iodine to show up the giblets to their best advantage. Barium sulfate is very dense and took very little time to exit my digestive tract at 60 mph. That wasn't unexpected, though, and didn't hit me until I was home. On the drive home, however, I got a call from the lawyer. Our friends have gotten cold feet, and he's about 75% sure they want to pull out of the deal. I don't have any more info yet - I've been trying to get hold of them on the phone and by e-mail, but it's not working. I can see a lot of this as due to the usual misunderstandings - they called me about pest report and building report, I referred them rather abruptly to our lawyers (this last Monday, just after we arrived back from PA and were suitably frazzled and weirded out by the experience). The main reason I referred them was because I don't know what the fuck to do about stuff like that, and they do. That's why we're paying them. Anyhow, my lawyer was on vacation and only just got back today, so from their point of view there has been ten days' silence, which can't feel too good. So of course, they're nervous and think that the deal won't be any good anymore. I just looked at zillow.com, and zillow thinks they've already made $47K on the deal, so they're really hurting themselves more than me if this is the end of it. I can always go back to plan A, which was to have an agent manage the sale while we're in Australia. So, stress city, but not a huge loss as far as I can see. Just a big investment of energy in shepherding the deal along gone down the toilet (with the barium sulfate).|
So, next score: kitties are looking to be in a better position now. We got a contact through the SPCA for a lady who can care for them in her house at a reasonable rate. We visited her, and while the accomodations aren't quite up to the salubrious setting they enjoy right now, the kitties will be fine with her. At the same time, there's another woman who has responded to a craigslist posting about the cats, so she's also a possibility.
Let's backtrack a bit to the car. As I mentioned before, the car must be sold too, so in order to start that ball rolling, I got a backup estimate for how much the Honda dealership will pay us to buy it back. Naturally, they want to go way under blue book. Quite ironic to see the marketing materials on their little coffee tables touting how high the resale values of their cars are after 5 years. Resale if it's them doing the reselling! They offered under $20000 for a car we paid $32000 for two years ago. Yes, it has some paint damage on both bumpers and the passenger front wheel panel, but not any dents, so it's not a huge deduction. The thing's mechanically in great shape, and that's what counts.
So let's get to this afternoon. On our way to see the cat lady's boarding arrangements in the city's south east (Vistacion Valley) we got a little messed up. The car navigation system was giving confusing directions, what with the streets being altered to accomodate the new T Muni line. We took a wrong turn, and it took us around the block to get back in the right direction, and here we were: corner of Hester and Bayshore Blvd (you can google maps it), turning right into one way traffic coming from our left. So of course, I'm checking for a break in traffic looking left. I see a break, see no pedestrians coming, then start the turn. Yuri has been looking right, and sees a cyclist in the bike lane, heading in the wrong direction down Bayshore. I see him and realize he will be badly injured if I stop, but if I continue forward, he might get around the car. He hits us on the passenger side then fall off. I pull over immediately, shaken, but much more concerned about him. He's OK, but shaken too, and we both get some time to work out the shakes as we wait for the police to make our report. They come eventually, and issue no citations, believing nobody at fault - just an accident. To be fair, I concur with this. I'm not blaming the cyclist, and I'm not blaming me. If you had to pedal your way home from work, you'd probably want to use that side of the road, law or no law. So, the toll is now damage to both passenger side door panels, and an even more frazzled Nick. Yuri sat calmly in the car through all this, being my rock while I at least got to care less about the house deal.
I probably should have stayed in bed today.