Well, my quarterback won the Superbowl, and that was satisfying. My husband, our younger daughter and I watched amid cheese puffs, chips and dip, cheese and crackers, with a modest one beer each. It was a nerve wracking game, which means, in retrospect it was exciting, however, if we'd lost it would have been a heartbreaker. Funny how perspective swiftly changes. Then my daughter and I attempted to watch a TV show that we'd heard a lot about, but the deluge of commercials had already wiped us out, and the whole show seemed some kind of cruel product placement. I'll stick to reading, thank you.
Earlier in the day we saw two houses our younger son was considering for purchase, and it's fun to see the places, imagine our son living there, how he would change this and that. I hope he's enjoying the process as much as we are. Of course, I have to get over the fact that nothing is worth remotely near to what the owners are asking, as we do not live in an area of much downturn, so I sort of become indignant at the nerve of the owners or agents or both. A fixer upper means it could fall to the ground in a brisk wind and would cost hundreds of thousands to repair. I know our son, like our older son and daughter, will fix up whatever he buys and it will look adorable, but I pray there are no nasty surprises. The rule of buying a house is you set your upper limit, fall in love with a place just beyond that limit, and have not a penny to put into it for years. They take all your money and run.
Tonight I get to practice my Spanish by seeing "Biutiful" with a friend. I'm quite a fan of Xavier Bardem, and looking forward to it. I was going to see it with another friend, but she came down with Shingles and is in the loving care of her daughter. I'll see it again with her when she's able. Hasta luego!
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