Yes, kids, I KNOW what 'poofta' can mean. Words can have more than one meaning! Think about 'fly'. Bug, verb, zipper, term for something cool, probably a dozen other meanings I'm not thinking of offhand. So a hair poofta is a little bit of ribbon on a barrette that goes poof! I DO use the whole phrase - hair poofta - to differentiate from those OTHER pooftas out there. Jeez, guys, if I didn't know better I'd think you were all really uptight.
However, you put up with me, voluntarily, so that can't be true.
Not much has gone on around here this weekend other than house hunting. Yesterday and today.
When we first started this hunt, the husbeast and I agreed that we were willing to put up with a whole lot of cosmetic problems - ugly paint, carpet we didn't like, whatever - but the house had to be structurally sound and ready to move into. So, the first house we looked at yesterday had the Yard From Hell, but the house itself was huge, and in a really lovely neighborhood. We came home, talked it over, and agreed that while the yard would need landscaped with a chainsaw and the Jeep (you can rip sizable dead trees out of the ground with a tow strap hooked to the trailer hitch - we've done it before), a crappy yard counted as 'cosmetic'. We could move in and spend the whole freakin' summer working on the yard, and it would certainly get us off on the right foot with the neighbors. At the moment, that house in that neighborhood, well, the husbeast put it best. It is a turd in a punchbowl. So, this morning we went back to take another look in it. Peek in the windows and other sorts of things that make the neighbors worry.
Unfortunately, the interior of the house looks like the yard does - and we can't landscape the inside with the Jeep. (Or rather, I guess we could, but it wouldn't improve things a damn bit.) Forget that. I don't like cleaning up my OWN messes, I'm sure as hell not cleaning up someone else's.
Then we went and looked at more houses. (Yesterday was the husbeast's pick list. Today was mine.) The first house sounded perfect - four-car garage (for all the hub's tools), three bedrooms, two full baths, etc. On a couple acres for gardening and dye-plant growing. The price was unusually low, and my first thought had been "so what's wrong with it?" We went out to take a look, and we figured out very quickly what was wrong with it.
The husbeast and I both drive four-wheel drives, right? We've gone trail-riding, and the husbeast used to be a spotter for his good friend in rock-crawling competitions. We know bad trails. And I am here to tell you, we've been four-wheeling on better trails than the road we took out of that neighborhood. (The road in wasn't exactly smooth and straight, either; one is paved, though twisty and one-lane. The other, shorter road is the dirt track.) What blew us both away was that there were quarter-million dollar houses back in there, at the end of a one-lane dirt trail through trees and over rocks. If it weren't for the road, we'd already be talking about touring and making an offer. As it is, we're going to stew over the idea for a while. Sleep on it. Decide if we want to drive that road in winter, even WITH four wheel drive. We we laughing our heads off by the time we got back to the main road today, but that was before we realized one of the brake calipers had hung up after going over a rock in the track, and I can see how the humor would wear off fast. We'll see.
We found another house in the same price range, in a nice neighborhood on a small lot, that's also a possibility. The husbeast and I aren't wild about neighborhoods, but it would certainly be a more sensible choice.
Sensible is SO boring.
Besides the house hunt, there's nothing going on. Due to the weather (I assume), I was in a lot of pain this weekend, and spent most of it zoned out, either asleep, watching old Castle episodes, or playing Plants Vs. Zombies. With luck I'll have more crafting of some kind to report soon, since I've got hair pooftas to make and a work space set up. Also, I think I'm taking the Goober for a short hike this week: I spotted a deer in the ravine behind the apartment building, and while it's not the Outback, it's certainly enough to keep a four-year-old entertained. I'll get photos, of course.