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Any woodchucks poking their heads out here in KC today weren’t too likely to see any shadows…it was overcast and kind of grimy today. Winter in Kansas City, when it isn’t snowy, is not an aesthetic triumph.

I’ve been hunkered down pretty deep lately…gone to ground so you might say.

I permed it

Here I am popping my head up out of the hole. I permed my hair today because I was bored and it beats the hell out of cutting it all off and looking like this again:

The perm is a “temporary perm” (I know, total oxymoron, right?) which is supposed to last for about a month. I hope it does, ’cause I am totally loving the mad curlz.

Oh yes, our dining room…it’s gutted at the moment. A couple of doorways have been widened and there’s now a cool little window between the kitchen and dining room, as well. More about that another day.

I haven’t had much to say for myself lately. The winter “blahs,” as well as a few boring situational issues have basically sapped my will to write. I try to keep this blog positive – it probably presents an overly idealized vision of my life, but I am not that comfortable with “putting it all out there” like a lot of bloggers do. I don’t want to come across as a whiney drama-queen, nor a total trainwreck, nor do I want to look like I am grubbing for sympathy, freebies, or page-hits.

But I haven’t been a super-happy-monkey lately, because my phone-jockey job is sapping my will to live. Also it is winter, which always takes the starch out of me. Also, my old house, which has been on the market since last July, was foreclosed on a couple of weeks ago, and the events leading up to that debacle were a bit stressful to say the least, and totally ate my brain. When the foreclosure finally happened, it knocked me out far more than I thought it would…it was so anticlimactic, yet somehow it also felt like the rug was pulled out from under my feet.

I don’t want to rehash the whole sordid tale of how I became a statistic in the Great American Real Estate & Financial Crisis, so I’m going to attach my hardship letter I submitted when I groveled before Wells Fargo in the attempt to accomplish a deed-in-lieu-of-foreclosure solution (which obviously was denied).

Basically, when I was very young, dumb, and full-of-myself, I bought a house in ghetto territory at an inflated price and thought I was doing something clever. Then I divorced, re-married, moved, lost a job, was unable to find sufficiently remunerative work to keep up my end of the mortgage agreement, and ultimately got foreclosed upon. Even after I found a full-time job, I found myself unable to make up the arrears and continue to maintain the place. It would have completely depleted my bank account and then some to come current on the payments, and when I was filling out the paperwork for the deed-in-lieu agreement, the math bore out that it would take in excess of $200 a month more than I earn to keep current with the payments.

So, now all of that bullshit is behind me. Another grim chapter in my stupid life closed, and I hope not to revisit it much ever again!

And so I plan to return to my regular type of entries about more fun and interesting things…like the upcoming annual F-Lawrence Pub Crawl, which is always a good laugh.

One Response to “Crawling out of my burrow”

  1. Julie says:

    The curls look like fun! I can’t wait to see what your house looks like with more open space. I’m really sorry about the foreclosure – but as you said, it’s now behind me. I did some stuff during my first divorce that I wouldn’t do again if I had the chance – marrying the guy in the first place would be at the top of my list!

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