We are working with a dealer in Ohio because the dealership in San Diego was non-responsive. However, when the Ohio guy quoted us the price, he forgot to include an option we wanted. Once that was fixed, the price was higher than we would have liked, so we decided to give the San Diego people another chance to give us a quote. We should be hearing from them today, which means we will likely be ordering the trailer tomorrow (and possibly planning a road trip to Cincinnati, depending on the outcome).
In other news, we have been semi-displaced from our house the past few days while a crew works on fixing up some things that we should have done long ago. Our handyman has trimmed our eaves, painted the kitchen cabinets, touched up the baseboards, and is working on some repairs in our bathroom.
The place is looking so good, we might not even move! (Just kidding--although I do feel like I'm in an episode of "Designed to Sell" or whatever that show is where they make the house look so good that the current owners don't want to move.)
We continue to purge our belongings, though I was a bit hasty in throwing something away the other day. I was cleaning out a purse I haven't used since Anna was born (too small to hold the baby gear), and found a little green notebook I used to carry around to jot down book titles and to-do lists and whatnot. I flipped through the first few pages, didn't see anything I needed, and tossed it into the recycling bin.
A few days later I remembered what else was in that notebook: My record of Elias's reaction when we told him I was pregnant. I don't remember exactly how it went, but I remember it was really sweet. Hopefully the details will come back to me at some point so I can write them down in a more secure location.
Other than the notebook, though, I have no regrets about anything else we've sold/donated. It does, for the most part, continue to be an uplifting experience.
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