The chair; new-old or just old

Back in the day, “Cost Plus World Market” was called “Cost Plus” rather than “World Market” and was a cost-effective place to get interesting imports from around the world. Now it’s just an overpriced place to buy the new “mid-century” decor, which is currently popular with the urban younger generations. To my generation, it just looks like Grandma’s old stuff. No, actually, by the time I was 7 years old, my grandparents had already gotten this stuff out of their houses.

For example, I can imagine that if I’d never seen anything like this couch before, I’d really like it. It has good clean lines, and a warm color. But no, this is the furniture that was in the Goodwill stores when I was a kid. It’s not even the furniture that I grew up with. It was the dated furniture that was already beat up, smelly and unwanted, and given away for free.

Remember? Yes, we remember.

And look, remember the metal strips around the bottom of the table legs? What was that for? Like, in case your dog was still in puppy-chewing stage?

But I’m still partial to the store. And I was wasting time on their website recently when I spotted a great chair. It’s simple, with beautiful lines. It’s a great chair.

And it costs $299, plus tax, plus $70 in shipping (only available online). $400?!?! Who would spend that much on a chair? A single chair?? That’s just stupid.

I do want a chair, and a variety of other things, for my new townhouse. So I went to a consignment shop in Albuquerque (any locals reading this, it’s on Candelaria a block east of the freeway).

Consignment shops are great! I’m all for buying used because reusing items is the most efficient form of recycling. Also you can get all kinds of unique and different stuff, for less than the cost of new. And it’s better stuff than at the goodwill type stores, because the stuff is nice enough that the sellers think they can get some money for it. Goodwill only has things people are willing to give away for free. Also at consignment shops you can find things made by local woodworkers and other artisans.

Heres my $25 chair. I know it’s not for everyone, but I think it’s wonderful. And it fits me so well! Most chairs leave a huge, uncomfortable gap between my back and the back of the chair. But this chair fits great. I’m going to use it as my desk chair because right now I’m just using a dining room table chair and a pillow. My back with thank me.

You can’t see very well in this picture, but there are adorable little old-fashioned coaster wheels on the front legs. It’s just cute. And it will match my new townhome. I have a vision for the decor – a little funky and eccentric, but clean and simple, not cluttered, with a few strong colors. It’ll be great!

It’s critter season

I’ll bet you never had this phone conversation with your spouse.

(Ring, ring)

John: Hello?

Me: Hon, can you come out here and get the mouse off my windshield? I don’t want to drive into the garage with it up there.

John: Where are you?

Me: In the driveway. I don’t want to pull into the garage because there’s a mouse on my windshield and I don’t want it in the garage. Can you get it off my windshield please?

John: What? A mouse?

Me: Yes, definitely a mouse, long tail, I must have picked it up when I stopped at the other house to get the UPS package. Can you come out here?

John: Your windshield?

Me: Yes, it’s been running around on my wipers for 3 blocks now. I don’t want to drive it into the garage, can you just deal with it please?

John: On the inside or the outside?

Me: On the outside, thankfully, but I still nearly ran off the road, it keeps running back and forth. Can you just come out here?

John: Is it still there? Did you get a picture?

Me: I don’t know, it might have jumped off just now, but I don’t want it in the garage, and NO I DIDN’T GET A PICTURE, IT’S DARK AND I WAS TRYING TO DRIVE.

(Then, 8:00 the next morning. It’s a lazy Saturday morning.)

Me: I’m getting up to get my coffee.

John: ok

(one minute later)

Me: Hon, there’s a lizard in the dining room.

John: What?

Me: A lizard in the dining room. Can you get it, please?

John: A lizard?

Me: Yes. Lizard. In the dining room. And it’s all photographed and ready to go. Don’t let the dogs eat it.

Kitty, kitty?

After meeting at the cafe John was following me home, about 1 minute behind me because he stopped at the other house to check for UPS packages. He arrived to find the garage door hanging open and me wandering around in the dark near the driveway waving my iphone light ineffectively where my headlights had been, saying, “Kitty, kitty? Kitty, kitty, kitty?” He asked, “What are you doing?”

I said, “I just saw the biggest black cat I’ve ever seen, sitting on a rock out there. And I know it wasn’t a dog. It had cat’s eyes and it just sat there like a cat. But it was huge.” So we made a joke about panthers. And later he said, “You probably saw a small bear.” And I’m like, no way. I’d mistake a bear for a cat on a rock?

But we do have a lot of bear, of all sizes, and today on Nextdoor.com, someone posted about there being a bear around last night. That might have been a little bit more of a kitty than I was prepared for.

PS. Laura – great phrase card – mistaking a bear for a cat on a rock!

Water

I was planning to go to a council meeting, a public hearing about a fracking ordinance. I believe that fracking should be carefully regulated because it can impact groundwater. And we’re all on well water out here. So I moved a client to a different time specifically so I could attend.

But there was a car accident at the bottleneck to get across the river to Rio Rancho, a big suburb north and west of Albuquerque.  And it was rush hour. And the freeways were backed up both ways from people commuting down from Santa Fe and up from Albuquerque, all trying to go west across that river to Bernalillo and Rio Rancho. I come from the opposite direction, the hills of rural Placitas. And coming down that hill I could see the backup stretched out in all directions at the bottom of the hill.

And I thought, how am I going to deal with the upset and anger being expressed at a fracking hearing if I can’t even deal with the traffic getting there? So I turned around and went most of the way back home, to the little cafe on the corner within walking distance of my house.

They have an organic green bean dish that I always order. (It’s so hard to find organic food at restaurants). And I’m not sure if the oil is organic (probably not), but at least the beans are.

Ironically, I prefer not to drink the local water unless it’s been filtered, and the little cafe doesn’t offer bottled water. So I bought a bottle of club soda at the adjacent corner store, brought it to the cafe, and settled in to listen to live jazz and read the Alibi, which is a local Albuquerque free paper.

Hopefully all my neighbors went to the meeting to help save our water, water that I won’t even drink, because already this environment is too hard for my over-reactive, migraine-prone body.

Oooh, look at the ad I just spotted in the Alibi!

Ohhh and another!

These are both on Silver Avenue, which is where I lived when I rented part of a house when I first moved to Albuquerque in 2005, before buying my townhouse a couple months later. I remember walking to Annapurna.

Día de Muertos

Here in New Mexico, we are as much about Día de Muertos (Day of the Dead) as we are about Halloween. This arrangement was at my local Albertsons today.

I love how colorful Día de Muertos is. Beats the heck out of ghosts and witches.

Now I need a ceramic pumpkin!

The townhome

A funny thing just happened.

As you know, John and I have been planning on buying a second house in Santa Fe. I’ve been working with a fairly large budget because Santa Fe is expensive, and we had in mind that the new house would be approximately similar in “niceness” to his that we’re remodeling on the hill. The plan was to put all my new income toward the new house, and then eventually when we retired, we would just sell one of the houses (because we have to finance this one, and we’re going to retire before a large 30-year mortgage would be paid off, so something would have to be sold).

I found one house I liked, but I had just started looking, and it had already been on the market for a few days by the time that I started looking. So it sold before I had a chance to make an offer on it. I was bummed! But after I got over the initial disappointment, I realized it was more than I wanted to spend anyway.

I don’t know if you all know how obsessive I can get, but when I’m looking for a house, there’s not a single piece of property on the market that I don’t know about. But suddenly I noticed a really intriguing little townhome, and it had already been on the market for 24 hours. That’s a long time in a hot market. I emailed my agent immediately.

My agent is good, and will nix anything that I shouldn’t bother to look at. This townhome is very small, and very cheap, and somewhat run-down, so I expected her to say, “Uh-uh. Delete.” (Which she had done several times before for other inexpensive properties.) Eventually (it seemed like a long time, but it wasn’t), she got back to me and said she’d go look at it for me. An hour or two later she called back and said, “You’ve got to get up here right now.”

It’s not that this townhome is any kind of exceptional deal (there’s rarely exceptional deals in real estate). It’s just that different people are different regarding what feels like home to them. I want high ceilings and lots of light. I want to look out my windows and see trees, and not be looking right at block walls or right into my neighbor’s windows. I want the same kind of flooring in the entire house (and not carpet). I want a private backyard without any neighbors looking down into it. I don’t want to hear the freeway from my backyard. I want somewhere to walk the dogs and jog safely away from traffic. I want an upscale or “natural” grocery store nearby. I want to be within a few miles of my job.

This is a long list, and it usually takes a fair amount of money to check the boxes on that list. Yet here is this cheap little townhome, checking all the boxes. How could that be? Could I really get away with spending only half of my budget and still be happy with the house?

Here’s the marketing write-up, “Darling, single-level townhome with 2 bedrooms, 2 baths and a 1-car garage in a quiet, secluded subdivision. Home features a light, open floor plan with high ceilings, kiva fireplace and concrete floors with radiant heat. Recent upgrades include a new roof and hot water heater in 2016. Located close to all shopping, restaurants and the Arroyo de los Chamisos Urban Trail.”

I’m a total sucker for the words “close to…trail” in a write-up. LOL.

The townhome was showing fast and furiously. But no offers so far, after two days. Why would that be? For one thing, there’s no air conditioning. That would have to be added and there’s no existing ductwork because it’s in-floor radiant heat (which I love) instead of a gas furnace. Also it’s been a rental for 10 years and feels older than it is. It’s only 20 years old. But it feels tired and dated. I think that it being a bit rundown doesn’t bother me as much as it bothers most buyers. Which, by the way, is probably how I keep getting myself into these remodel situations. Ya think?!?

Actually, I know what you think. You’re thinking, “Would you stop yapping and put up some pictures already?” Ok, here we go.

It’s attached on one side to one other house (like a duplex), but it’s called a townhome because only one of the units is for sale.

There’s just one dining/living space. I love the vigas (ceiling beams). The kiva (fireplace) needs repainted – I’d do it a slightly darker shade, but not as dark as the floors. The floors are stained concrete, and I love them!

These are great pictures the listing agent took. But the reality is, this room is small, and a bit grungy. But it has cuteness potential 😉

Here’s the kitchen. It’s smaller than it looks like in the picture, dated, and also grungy close-up. But it could be cute. And a gas stove, yay!

This next shot makes the house look twice the size that it actually is, LOL. That’s the little kitchen, with the front door to the left, a hall closet, and the hallway to the bedrooms and bathrooms.

The master bedroom has a small walk-in closet (I don’t think it’s big enough to actually walk INTO, but it’s that shape at least). And there’s a small, but full bathroom with tub, and a window to the backyard.

It’s impossible for me not to think about potential upgrades, like replacing that window with a glass door to the back patio. And that closet definitely needs built-ins (sooner rather than later). Here’s the view to the backyard.

Here’s the other bedroom. I’d need to use that closet for the other half of my clothes, LOL.

Here’s something I love about the house. This is open space belonging to the HOA (home owners association), for drainage, located between this house and the neighboring house. This is what’s outside the living room windows. Trees!!

What I see when I look at out the windows is a big deal to me, because I hate having the blinds down.

Here’s the backyard. It’s small (I keep using that word), but it’s pretty and private and fully fenced. With trees!

I would want to paint the back wall and retaining wall a darker color. But note all the trees behind the wall on the back neighbor’s property!

This next picture is what’s on the other side of the back wall. Is that amazing, or what? The perfect rear neighbor. (I was standing on the retaining wall to take this shot, the ground can’t actually be seen from the main section of the backyard, just the tree branches).

The pergola needs a new covering, LOL, it’s a broken mess. But that’s easy to fix. (Right, John?)

 

Kira’s favorite thing (other than jumping into the fish pond, which I don’t have anymore), is rolling in the dirt and dashing inside. So I’d want to add landscaping when possible.

Here’s what it looks like across the street. Isn’t that pretty?

Here’s the mailboxes. The street is mostly small townhomes, a few are 2-story, and most of the yards are well kept.

One last fantastic thing about this house…the trail. It’s located half a block away.

Here’s the arroyo alongside the trail.

Great place to bike ride or jog or dog walk.

Oh, and one more thing. Did I mention this house is only 5 miles from my new office?

Also there’s a Sprouts market within walking distance! And a World Market. And a Sam’s club. And anything else you’d want, about half a mile away. The Natural Grocers (my favorite) is one mile away by car, but only about a quarter of mile if you walk across the arroyo. And just a little farther up the street is Meow Wolf! And Jackalope! And an Indian restaurant, and an African restaurant!

(The townhouse is not marked in this screenshot, but it’s in the lower right, just on the other side of the arroyo.)

You may be wondering what John thinks of this place. You’d think that he would be ecstatic that I fell in love with a house that only costs HALF of our budget! This townhome is literally half the price of those fancy houses I posted about a couple of days ago. But he’s wary. He’s worried that because I’m not spending very much, that I won’t actually end up liking the townhome, so pretty soon I’d want to buy yet another, more expensive, house. I can’t imagine why he’d think that. Can you imagine why he’d think that? Who would do that?

Yeah. I would. So I’m not promising that down the road someday, when things have changed, that I’d never want to buy another piece of property ever again. But I can tell you that I like this little place, and I’d be happy living there during the week instead of commuting every day.

So? Did I buy it? Yep, I made an aggressive offer. By that I mean, I offered a high price and wrote the offer to expire very quickly (less than 24 hours), so they couldn’t just sit on it and collect more bids without risking losing my good offer. If this property had been overpriced, or sitting on the market, or if the market was slow (like Placitas) I would lowballed it. But not in this case. And…

WE ARE UNDER CONTRACT! Assuming it passes inspections (which you can never assume), we’ll be the proud owners of a Santa Fe townhome at the end of October.

Here’s a piece of trivia for you (if you’re not already really, really tired of reading this long, detailed post). Do you remember that first house we bought in California, the one that I didn’t like and so we bought another, much more expensive house, two months later and it need a complete remodel? (right. that happened. that’s why he’s worried.)

Anyway, the trivia is, the street name for the house that I never liked was, “El Padro” which just annoyed us to no end, because it doesn’t really mean anything in Spanish (perhaps a variant of Pedro or Padre) and was most likely, simply a typo. And people would automatically correct it to “Prado” which is a common Spanish place name meaning park or meadow. (Prado Museum, etc.) We always assumed “Padro” was supposed to have been “Prado”. So guess what street the new townhouse is on? “Vista del Prado” (view of the park). So I hope I don’t get confused and say “Padro” out of habit and sound like an idiot!

Somber but fascinating article

I just read a fascinating article about “How do you live after unintentionally causing a death?”

https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/09/18/the-sorrow-and-the-shame-of-the-accidental-killer

I found this interesting just because I don’t know anything about this topic, and you never hear about it. Yet I know of two separate incidents where a close friend or family member could have killed someone in a car accident. One hit a bicyclist, the other T-boned a car and put one of the occupants into critical condition.  He was actually temporarily arrested until they determined whether the person he hit was going to live or not. In both these instances, the drivers were young, neither one driving under the influence, or texting, or doing anything reckless. Just momentary inattention, or inexperience, or momentary poor visibility, or simply bad luck.  These drivers did nothing wrong. Or did they? They hit someone.

An interesting question:  How much do actions vs. outcome matter in culpability? Are these two young people more innocent or more moral because the people they hit didn’t die? What if they had died? Are you or I more innocent or more moral just because all the mistakes we’ve ever made behind the wheel didn’t cause a death? And we could have. We all could have.

On a lighter note, come to think of it, John about backed the car into me just the other day. (I believe that to be unintentional, but we never know, do we?) OK, joking. But seriously, John’s one of the best drivers I’ve ever met. But these things happen. Good people make mistakes. It wouldn’t have killed me, but what if I had been a child? Or what if…?

“There are no self-help books for those who have unintentionally killed someone”

 

On the other hand

The kitchen looks like this:

John is demo-ing the old cabinets. We had them painted but he still doesn’t like them.

Ideally, we would have installed the cabinets before the countertop, but that’s how it goes when the project keeps changing. They better not mess up that new countertop, it was expensive.

He likes these rustic style cabinets. Here’s how one looks with the new countertop (it’s not installed, it’s just set there for color comparison). I picture the countertop as a brownish color, but it definitely looks grayer compared to the cabinets.

I don’t have much of an opinion myself at this point. The wood floors are fabulous, the brick will be great when it’s in, and anyway, I’m working on buying a house in Santa Fe. And I start my new job in a week!

I’m really happy John has taken over this project.

Finally some good news about the remodel

Finally! Something is done and looks great!

The wood floors are beautiful! We went with mesquite, which is actually a bush rather than a tree. Some types of mesquite are invasive in certain areas. It is locally native in the US southwest and Mexico. It has tons of character, and it’s a very hard wood. And it’s environmentally friendly because it grows so readily.

Wikipedia says mesquite is one of the most expensive woods, but we didn’t find that to be true at all. Maybe because it’s locally native, or maybe it’s becoming more common to use it for flooring, so economies of scale is bringing the cost down. I don’t know, but it was barely more than oak and less than most of the speciality woods like cherry, etc.

It’s hard to tell the color in these pictures because it really depends on the lighting. In these pictures the stairs look darker and redder, but they aren’t really. I just took the stair photos yesterday evening, and the other photos this afternoon. In general this wood is redder and darker than most hardwood.

I could just stare at this wood all day.

Nickelback

Here we are, sharing a rain jacket while waiting for a rock concert to start because John doesn’t need no stinking jacket. Until he was about to put a bag over his head.

And for some reason, he-who-compulsively-checks-weather failed to do so. Apparently he didn’t check “because it’s no longer monsoon season so we shouldn’t be getting monsoon rain.” You tell that logic to the weather.

BTW, the amphitheater was empty in this shot because we’re early, and the opening band sucks. Although not all that many people came to see Nickelback either. You should have seen this place when Santana came. He is New Mexico’s beloved musician. The whole state came to hear Santana.

Ok weather update! I watched lightning for 10 minutes before John finally admitted to believing me.

But neither of us noticed the gray mass behind us.

One minute everyone was slowly waving their lit phones in the air, hundreds of fireflies paying tribute to the band. Then simultaneously all the phones went dark and the entire crowd became a sea of disposable ponchos and garbage bags.

My first thought when seeing the approaching deluge was, uh-oh, if I’m going to be stuck in the car for awhile I better pee first. Apparently half the other women there thought so too. I was in still line for the restrooms when the venue asked us to please make our orderly way out to our vehicles. By the time I got out of the loo, we  knew we weren’t going to make it out to the car fast enough. That’s partly because we had deliberately parked waaay out there so we wouldn’t get stuck in the mass of traffic at the end of the concert (brilliant us).

So we ran, but it was too far for me to sprint, so it was more like my regular slow jog. Bonus! I got in two jogs in one day! The first jog was in the morning when I found out someone else had bought the house I wanted, and I was mad and needed to blow off some steam. So I definitely got my exercise in for the day.

Anyway, we were only halfway to the car when it started pelting. We were running in the blinding, driving rain, while concert goers arriving in vehicles were shouting at all of us asking, “Is it canceled? Is it canceled?” I can understand they would want to know. But they were dry in their cars and we were being assaulted by rain and lightening. So we weren’t in much of a mood to stop and talk. I just kept yelling, “No, not yet! Not yet!” Because the officials had told us all to take shelter for half an hour and then they’d let us back in.

By the time we made it to the car we were wet through.

Here’s John modeling in a wet button-down shirt contest. Looking good!

But lucky him, he happened to have an identical dry shirt in the car. He had gone straight to the concert from work, so he had brought a second shirt and changed out of his work shirt for the concert, and left his work shirt in the car. The hilarious thing is, the shirts are identical. They are both blue, button down shirts. He says, no they aren’t the same. The collar on his work shirt buttons down, but the collar on his casual shirt doesn’t button down. SO THEY ARE WAY DIFFERENT! Sometimes he doesn’t get how crazy he is. But nonetheless he had a dry shirt to change into.

By the time we got back to the concert, I was hungry, so I ate non-organic kiosk food, which I regretted later. I’m really having to be careful with that.

There were three bands. The opening act wasn’t very good.

Unfortunately this was my last photo because I had failed to charge my battery. And the good stuff happened later. But I’ll tell you all about it.

Then we had Daughtry. They weren’t bad. Chris Daughtry is slightly odd and slightly amusing in an odd way. He reminded me of my wood floor guy, Chad Delong, who’s also slightly odd and vaguely amusing, and is writing a post-apocalypse novel set in Albuquerque. From his description, it sounds very gory and depraved, but that’s an entirely different story.

Then we had Nickelback. The lead guy, whose name I don’t know and I’m not willing to bother to look it up, is an asshole. I won’t be going to one of his concerts again. At first, he was just a bit annoying. He made stupid jokes about drugs and alcohol and made a big show of drinking something alcoholic onstage, and somehow we were supposed to be impressed with his coolness. Not. But that wasn’t the main issue.

He decided he’d pull a couple of people out of the audience onstage for karaoke. Great. He picked a blond chick in a very tight black dress. No surprise. How he even found a blond in the front row of a concert in Albuquerque, I don’t know. She and I were probably about the only blonds there. Why she was wearing a tight black dress to an outdoor concert in a thunderstorm, I also don’t know, but John and I weren’t dressed quite appropriately enough for the weather either, so who’s to judge.

The Nickelback guy only wanted her, but he accidentally ended up with 3 or 4 people onstage, which really upset him and he called it a “shit show” and ordered them back off the stage. But he wasn’t getting a lot of cooperation from his own people (or maybe it was the local hired help who were undermining him) because we ended up with a trio onstage: a cool-looking black guy, the hot blond in the tight dress, and a slightly overweight native american woman. Who. Was. Fantastic! She had the most fabulous attitude! And talented!

But the Nickelback guy clearly didn’t want her up there. He made fun of her for being drunk (even though 3 minutes before he was acting like it was cool to be drunk. And she wasn’t any drunker than anyone else on that stage). He set her up way off the the far side of the stage and turned off her mike. He centrally located the blond and gave her tons of attention and pretended the black guy didn’t exist.

The song started. The blond chick didn’t know the lyrics. But the native american chick obviously knew ALL the lyrics and was going for it! She had the moves going and the rhythm going, and having a great time up there. She was totally inspiring (from way over there on the very far edge of the stage with her mike off).

But here’s where it got good. Most of the audience couldn’t see the stage all that well. But what we could see very well was the enormous screen behind the stage. So what the camera man does is very important, even with a live show.

The camera man panned to the native american girl and a cheer went up. This wasn’t a mocking cheer or a pity cheer, this was clearly a “YOU ROCK!” cheer. He panned back to the center of the stage and the cheer died. He panned back to the sidelines where she was rocking out and the cheer rose louder. He did this several times and each time the cheer was louder than the last. I don’t even know if they knew what was happening on the stage, because they couldn’t see the screen behind them. But we knew it, and we were loving it.

She was up there nailing it and we were all like, you show him, girl, you show that asshole. This woman stands for us. This is Albuquerque. She’s Albuquerque. She’s us. Without her, it isn’t Albuquerque. And you don’t make fun of Albuquerque.

So when she wakes up the next morning, feeling unappreciated, fat, broke, hung-over and sidelined (like we all do at times) and her friends tell her, “No man, you were great, you killed it up there, you totally rocked, you were the best!” I just hope she believes them and doesn’t ever forget it, because that is the truth of what happened.