This week has been a real mixed bag.
Last Friday, we found out they were doing the VA appraisal on the house--right that freaking minute. We had already had an inspection done, but the VA has specific things it looks for before it will back a loan, which we were afraid we would get dinged for and either need to repair or escrow before we'd be able to close.
Saturday was hanging out with my female relatives at my Grandma and Grandpa's house. In some ways, it is really difficult to visit them. I realize I am very lucky to have any grandparents at all (and I have all four), but my grandfather's condition is deteriorating and it's painful to watch. I can't imagine how difficult it must be for my grandmother and mother, both of whom have a different relationship with him and more history with him than I have, as well as living with him. I am also getting to notice that they (my Mom and Grandma) are beginning to slow down, as well, which is worrisome.
Sunday evening, my cat attempted to give me a heart attack while bankrupting me and ended up in kitty ER. I posted about it on Monday, I think.
Monday was "worry about the cat" day and learn the little trip to ER wasn't going to put me under water too badly. A part of the extended family also suffered the death of a grandpa, which is so very sad, but is also effecting me more than normal, due to my own concern regarding my Grandpa (and my Grandma down south, but that's a different issue).
Tuesday was busy, mostly wondering about the appraisal, checking budgets (as well as expectations) yet again and pretending to do pre-work on a gaming campaign.
Yesterday ... that was sort of the doozie. The good news is that we're a go on the house--no repairs needed, financials are in order, closing date is scheduled, VA is on board. We'll also get to show the house off to my partner's entire extended family the same weekend we close, which is a mixed set of emotions all by itself. The bad news is that a friend got a not-so-hot/really-sucky cancer prognosis, which makes me sort of angry. My father got a prognosis like this a few different times and he basically outlasted them all. I get that people need a timeframe to get their affairs in order, but it frustrates me that these tend to damper people's hopes, almost as though doctors have not realized that patients generally follow their instructions--up to and including keeling over dead when they are told it's time. Also, given my inability to tell the difference between my occasional head colds and allergies, this means that I will probably do a lot of (unwanted) social dodging, which makes me really sad.
So, that's how things are. A seriously mixed bag, in my opinion.