Over The River
Nov. 26th, 2003 07:36 am...And Through The Wood, except for me. Mike and the boys are heading down to his folks' for Thanksgiving. I will be staying here to work, handing out lunchmeats, cheese and salads to the few who are, like me, not spending the day with their family. That sounds pretty pitiful; actually, I don't mind that much. It'll be a pretty stress-free weekend. I'll be a little lonely, but I'll get a couple of house-type projects done.
I drove up the hill to Ishpeming yesterday and talked to the sole occupant of the building that I want to buy. "This would be the ideal time," she said. "I think the owners want to sell."
Unfortunately, I am not yet ready to buy. It'll be two years, at least, before I'm in a financial position to do so. I've been thinking of going to talk to the banker, to see what he thinks I'll need to pull the deal off. I don't play it very close to the vest. I'd rather lay it all out, and ask for his opinion.
Two years, two years, I don't know if I'll be able to stand it. It's way too early to talk to the banker. What am I thinking?
I drove up the hill to Ishpeming yesterday and talked to the sole occupant of the building that I want to buy. "This would be the ideal time," she said. "I think the owners want to sell."
Unfortunately, I am not yet ready to buy. It'll be two years, at least, before I'm in a financial position to do so. I've been thinking of going to talk to the banker, to see what he thinks I'll need to pull the deal off. I don't play it very close to the vest. I'd rather lay it all out, and ask for his opinion.
Two years, two years, I don't know if I'll be able to stand it. It's way too early to talk to the banker. What am I thinking?