life and puppies

So I wanted to wait to write a new post until I had some interesting news to share, but it feels like that’s never going to happen. This house buying-and-selling process feels like this winter: never-ending. We are waiting for the underwriters at the credit union to approve the loan, which feels like it’s taking one hundred years, but I guess it’s only been since Monday. We are working to get all the little things (and big) in our place in good condition for our seller. This includes having a new (working!) air exchanger put in, which was done a couple of weeks ago, some window cranks replaced and some wiring enclosed, both of which should be done next week or soon thereafter. I’d like to be able to feel more definite about this whole move, but it still feels fragile as well as distant.

So, let’s talk about something else…Anyone see Inside Llewyn Davis? I liked it. I don’t think I loved it, but I enjoyed it and thought it was an interesting tale. AO is completely obsessed with the Please, Mr. Kennedy song and sings it every day. He’s even gotten Molly into it and sometimes if he says, “Outer,” she will say, “Space.” It’s pretty fun. What’s not fun, though, is that it’s not nominated for an Oscar for best song. Apparently it doesn’t qualify as “original.” I bet all the other nominees (I’m looking at you, Bono) were relieved to hear that.