If I am chopped liver I would hope I'm the vegetarian kind

I keep deleting posts as my writing is awful, and I’m depressing.

I’m confused and can’t seem to get out a coherent thought.

I was making concession after concession for the buyers who have VERY IMPORTANT JOBS and are buying in VERY DIFFICULT TIMES.

Yesterday I reached my limit. The closing was changed so many times–always at their request that I had to keep changing arrangements, appointments and more.

What am I, chopped liver? This isn’t just about the buyers. I hope that when I buy I never forget that.

I had the closing changed once more and feel much better.

I apologize if this blog has become boring and has been obsessed with real estate and the economy.

On 10/16 I will be beginning a new life in another state and hope that my mind will be able to focus on other things.

Judith Warner totally pinpointed the things I think about Sarah Palin. I have written something similar though not as good in my head while doing something

Then I read this comment from a male resident of Alaska and stopped feeling sorry for somebody so in over her head. When I’m antsy and it’s raining and I don’t have stairs to climb in my own abode I scroll through Google lists or NY Times comments. Things that can be a total waste of time but are better than splitting hair ends, biting nails or thinking about cigarettes.

Governor Palin, on the other hand, shows a pinched meanness of spirit that makes me wonder just what she is made of. What kind of person wants rape victims to pay for their medical examinations or believes that that some sort of triumphal Christianity has destined her for political greatness? Only a hypocrite espouses belief in democracy, while appointing childhood friends to high positions in the government. And allowing the First Dude to ignore a subpeona from the State legislature.

I don’t think Governor Palin is untalented or without potential but she is not ready for the master class in government, and the current alignment of foreign policy and economic challenges are too great to be left to somebody “just like us.” These are exceptional times and we need exceptional leadership.

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Henry, whoever you are, I appreciate the video you left in comments and am not about to analyze the half truths. The music was great.

I’m trying to stay away from all politics but Sarah Palin as its not as simplistic as the vid you left would have people believe. Sarah Palin I do understand.
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The period between 9/11 and 10/14 depresses the hell out of me. In recent years it’s become an almost subliminal thing and I couldn’t understand why I was so depressed after I arranged for movers to come here on 10/10 as the closing was supposed to be on 10/14 and my building doesn’t allow move ins or outs on weekends or holidays and 10/13 is Columbus Day.

I had hoped to have closed on 10/01 as it would be eleven years to the day since I closed as a buyer.

I’m conflicted as I want to honor my mother’s memory. She was quite biased and loved my writing though she could critique it impartially. I had planned to spend the time between 10/10 (her birthday) and 10/14 (date of death) in a marathon writing session in North Myrtle Beach. I need to get back some of the confidence.

I read some blogs and am blown away by the lines. I used to be good. I hope that I can regain the zest and freshness.

That weekend happens to be the birthday weekend of two good friends who are married to each other. It will be my last weekend in New York as a resident and though I treasure the thought of becoming a recluse–a good recluse, I’m a mite too social….So the marathon writing session will have to wait.

For luck I’m not saying another thing about the closing until it’s over. I have already written the post with appropriate vid.

I have begun obsessing over the fun part. Getting there and finding a house.

It’s just kind of hit me that I’m selling my home and for the first time in my adult life will be without some kind of lease as I stay at a friend’s house

I feel incredibly guilty. Though this will be the hardest money I have ever made, it doesn’t feel earned. It feels fortiutous, an accident of zip codes.

Fortunately the only place I sabotage myself in is this blog