Oct. 2nd, 2007 09:01 am
Mist therapy
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muckefuckEverything's just about ready for the trip. We have our seat reservations (no thanks to Asiana's terrible website), the new trousers my mother sent me should be hemmed and pressed by now, and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu has been buying up tiny bottles and tubes of all the needfuls. So why do I sit here almost shaking with rage?
It's funny how, when you embark on something new an frightening like buying a property, the parts you think are going to be a problem often aren't and things you never worried about become the biggest headaches. Taking on a mortgage terrified me--never in my life before had a carried more than $1000 in debt and now I was being asked to carry more than $100,000 of it. But I set up automatic payments immediately and haven't had a single difficulty since; even the property taxes, which I was warned were a recurring source of woe, haven't been a problem.
On the other hand, I didn't give a second thought to condo insurance and that's been nothing but a hassle since day one. Every year at renewal time, there's some fresh crisis. They're no fun to resolve even when I don't have a looming deadline less than a week away. If not for leaving the country, I'd be shopping around for a new agency, but now I just need to get things settled to a point where I can vacate with a calm mind. In order to do this, I'm forced to deal with nothing but bucketheads doing their work to the most middling standards of mediocrity--and over the phone, which I hate.
So the upshot is that I need distraction and amusement. Shall I throw out an idea for responses?
Today the city is supposedly blanketed in dense fog. Up here, it's wispy at best, though it is cutting off all morning sunlight. So tell me: What are your associations with fog and mist? Is it pleasantly spooky or plain annoying? Do you miss it where you live now or have you only read about it in Victorian novels or what?
monshu has been buying up tiny bottles and tubes of all the needfuls. So why do I sit here almost shaking with rage?It's funny how, when you embark on something new an frightening like buying a property, the parts you think are going to be a problem often aren't and things you never worried about become the biggest headaches. Taking on a mortgage terrified me--never in my life before had a carried more than $1000 in debt and now I was being asked to carry more than $100,000 of it. But I set up automatic payments immediately and haven't had a single difficulty since; even the property taxes, which I was warned were a recurring source of woe, haven't been a problem.
On the other hand, I didn't give a second thought to condo insurance and that's been nothing but a hassle since day one. Every year at renewal time, there's some fresh crisis. They're no fun to resolve even when I don't have a looming deadline less than a week away. If not for leaving the country, I'd be shopping around for a new agency, but now I just need to get things settled to a point where I can vacate with a calm mind. In order to do this, I'm forced to deal with nothing but bucketheads doing their work to the most middling standards of mediocrity--and over the phone, which I hate.
So the upshot is that I need distraction and amusement. Shall I throw out an idea for responses?
Today the city is supposedly blanketed in dense fog. Up here, it's wispy at best, though it is cutting off all morning sunlight. So tell me: What are your associations with fog and mist? Is it pleasantly spooky or plain annoying? Do you miss it where you live now or have you only read about it in Victorian novels or what?
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