"See, in my line of work you got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda."
A brief update on our offer to buy the place in Greenbelt...
We signed a contract tonight.
It's a row house in Greenbelt Homes, a co-op with roots in Roosevelt's New Deal. The place is wonderful. The owners are wonderful. There's a yard that leads back into the woods.
More to follow. At the moment, words are hard to come by.
I count the thoughtful comments to the previous entry among the reasons we got this place. Many thanks.
Friday, I waved goodbye to Madge, my 1993 Mazda Protegé, as the tow truck lifted her to higher purposes than lazing neglected behind our apartment building. She's been donated to Habitat for Humanity. Madge was a dream. We went to the Grand Canyon a couple of times, and we know the roads between Washington and Memphis pretty well. A longer tribute is forthcoming.
Later Friday, Natalie and I were pre-approved for a mortgage. Today, we made an offer on a really wonderful place in Greenbelt. Our fingers are crossed, and we're grateful for any good mojo passed our way.
I've just learned that, for a few reasons, I absolutely must defend my dissertation in December at the latest. An intense summer looms, but I'm grateful for the hard deadline.
A few professional options for the next academic year are in play. I'm looking forward to making choices.
Marathon training is on again. At the moment, I'm considering two options: 1) a faster marathon than last year or 2) the JFK 50-Miler in November following two slower marathons as training runs. The former is plausible because things were, well, hot, last Halloween. I ran a 3:50 race in 80 degree weather. With better conditions, I'd aim for quicker. The latter is indicative of a certain psychosis, but I ran a short stretch of it with a good friend who completed the insane race at a great pace last year, and it seemed fun. Besides, I'd get the joy of reading dismayed facial expressions after saying, "yeah, fifty miles is a long way to run."
Remember, good mojo for the Greenbelt place... Much obliged.