A large, good thing

Hey Toe,
Nice talking with you this morning. Yeah, the whole house thing happened really quickly. We'd been talking about it a while, but only got serious recently. The thing is, we've been talking about it so much, we pretty much knew what we wanted once we saw it. Thus the speed.

Oddly, I don't feel too nervous or freaked by any of the proceedings. C* is freaking a little, and keeps commenting on how calm I am. For some reason, it doesn't seem like such a big deal. We almost bought that house in B'ton 5 years ago when we first moved there, and I think that experience inoculated me.

Different topic: I have been reading short stories lately, prepping to write some of my own. Have you ever read a story called "A Small, Good Thing" by Raymond Carver. It's a great story. Heart-wrenching, but amazing. I am reading Carver for the first time, and hadn't been overly impressed until I read this story. Maybe it's the emotion of the story that makes it so powerful because, although I think his style is good in all his stories I've read, none have really taken a hold of me the way this one did.

Later,
E-word