a house of our own
Well, it looks like we got that house. Yay! We're going to do the full inspection on Friday, but absent the walls falling down or termites devouring the foundation, it's ours; we have the full right of refusal at this point, as I understand it. It sure is a weight lifted off me, or at least part of a weight, because we still have to move in and figure out where we're going to put everything and what rooms are going to be for what, and so on. I guess there are worse problems to have to worry about.
Our current house here also sold, and today we chatted with the new owners for a while. They were over because they were doing their inspection here; they came at 3:30 and they were still here at 8. And after all that they didn't even get to see the downstairs unit, because the tenent there wouldn't let them in. He's kind of, well, anti-social. They described their brief interaction with him as 'ugly'; it wasn't their first run-in, because he also didn't let them, or anyone else, into his appartment at all during the second open house. So I guess his house wasn't really open, just ours. In comparison we are marvels of polite civilization, so I think the buyers--who seem like quite nice people--were glad to sit and talk with us for a while, to reassure themselves that the usual models of human interaction still applied.
Then we went to bring a cake and presents over to my parents' house for the second half of my mother's birthday celebration. The first half we went out for Mexican food. It was very nice. Happy birthday mom!