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Dec. 1st, 2010
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Dec. 1st, 2010 11:00 pmI know I'm breaking the unwritten rule about not making two posts in the same day, but this is kinda big. Tonight at dinner my mum said that, by the way, she and dad were thinking about buying a house. Which doesn't really come as a huge surprise since I know they'd been talking about it and I'd seen a flyer from the agency floating around, but I had no clue my mum was so much into it.
She has already seen the house, and so has my dad, my uncle and my granddad. And she thinks there would be a lot of remodeling to do, especially with the bathrooms, but my uncle says it can be done relatively easily. (He's... I don't honestly know, a mix between a plumber and an electrician? He fixes houses for a living so he'd know about this stuff.)
I've got a feeling mum likes this place. Last time she said there was a house they might want to see, the place was a total dump and she never brought it up again. This was maybe two years ago. Now she just wouldn't stop talking about it. I kind of want to see the place for myself now since it's sounds ridiculous. For example: it's onfour five floors. I thought she was joking around but she really wasn't. From what I understood there's just a couple of rooms on each floor so... tall and narrow house. House, not even apartment, and I think mum's fixated on the fact that it has a garden. She always wanted more space for her flowerpots.
This place has, from the bottom up: a cellar with a vaulted ceiling, laundry/spare bathroom + garage, kitchen + living room, master bedroom + huge bathroom, two bedrooms right under the ceiling. Plus the garden, which is more of a courtyard since it's paved with flagstones, but they can be removed and there's ivy on the walls and an old oven that used to be for making bread like two hundred years ago. And a fireplace in the living room. And then we ran away because the more mum kept talking the more things were getting ridiculous and I was afraid she'd tell me that one of the wardrobes is the door to Narnia.
So. I'm all for changes, in general principles, I didn't think I'd have to move before I got my degree and moved away, but if my parents decide to, so be it. But this time I'm lobbying to give my brother the single room, it'd be pointless for me to get it since then they'd have to rearrange everything when I leave in just a couple of years.Besides, this way my sister ends up with the largest room, and I like my sister much better than my grumpy brother who doesn't even want to watch Glee. Obviously this might end up being just a castle in the sky, but still.
I also braved the snow storm outside (which totally stopped once I got back home, of course) and went to see my thesis advisor. I completely bullshitted about reading both books he gave me, I skipped a hundred pages or so because it was kind of deathly boring so I just flipped through all of the proofs of sections 5 and 6. But apparently I can bullshit well, at least with him, since he told me to make a list of formulas that I could study for my thesis. Which I'll do, after tomorrow's Christmas (we're early this year, apparently) dinner with the rest of the class.
She has already seen the house, and so has my dad, my uncle and my granddad. And she thinks there would be a lot of remodeling to do, especially with the bathrooms, but my uncle says it can be done relatively easily. (He's... I don't honestly know, a mix between a plumber and an electrician? He fixes houses for a living so he'd know about this stuff.)
I've got a feeling mum likes this place. Last time she said there was a house they might want to see, the place was a total dump and she never brought it up again. This was maybe two years ago. Now she just wouldn't stop talking about it. I kind of want to see the place for myself now since it's sounds ridiculous. For example: it's on
This place has, from the bottom up: a cellar with a vaulted ceiling, laundry/spare bathroom + garage, kitchen + living room, master bedroom + huge bathroom, two bedrooms right under the ceiling. Plus the garden, which is more of a courtyard since it's paved with flagstones, but they can be removed and there's ivy on the walls and an old oven that used to be for making bread like two hundred years ago. And a fireplace in the living room. And then we ran away because the more mum kept talking the more things were getting ridiculous and I was afraid she'd tell me that one of the wardrobes is the door to Narnia.
So. I'm all for changes, in general principles, I didn't think I'd have to move before I got my degree and moved away, but if my parents decide to, so be it. But this time I'm lobbying to give my brother the single room, it'd be pointless for me to get it since then they'd have to rearrange everything when I leave in just a couple of years.
I also braved the snow storm outside (which totally stopped once I got back home, of course) and went to see my thesis advisor. I completely bullshitted about reading both books he gave me, I skipped a hundred pages or so because it was kind of deathly boring so I just flipped through all of the proofs of sections 5 and 6. But apparently I can bullshit well, at least with him, since he told me to make a list of formulas that I could study for my thesis. Which I'll do, after tomorrow's Christmas (we're early this year, apparently) dinner with the rest of the class.