Christine is dealing with the elephants as well as all the move stuff and the coping with HB2 stuff, so i miss her. I know that things have been getting better and that they will be better, but unfortunately i feel a negative feedback loop starting with my own stress.
In NC HB2 injustice news, Christine is getting her birth certificate changed. She has two choices: leave the name as is (Christopher) or change to her legal name -- which is a different last name since she took mine. This is very distressing for her: she'd like to just change her first name. Actually the whole thing is distressing, this is just salt-in-open wound distressing.
In good news, we do have an agreement with the sellers, which includes some fixes (the siding, the moisture barrier under the house) and there's a credit to cover the clearing of the septic field. We're also going to need to get someone to move a bedroom set from my folks place to our new place. My grandmother bought it while she was living with them. It's a dark brown wood: my mother, who is not as confident as she used to be about details speculated it was walnut. It's in a simple Georgian style with Chippendale style drawer pulls. This colonial/Georgian style is what i grew up with, and therefore contempt has been bred. However, after pricing real furniture, the fact it is free and not Ikea is making the decision to say yes easy. I'm still pouting, though, as i spent too much time adoring this Amish Arts & Craft/Mission style furniture.