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Friday, Groundhog? We doan need no steenking GROUNDHOG! Well, I mean, we don't -- it's Dallas, for God's sake. We have two seasons here -- chilly and hell. Spring really doesn't come into the picture.
The problem is, Lyndon really didn't want to rent a townhouse -- he wanted a regular house. He understands the situation, but trying to negotiate this sort of thing over 6,000 miles is a real bitch -- let's just say that certain previous attempts to obtain complicated goods and services on my own have ended in disaster, so I'm stressed about finding a place that he will consider liveable, in addition to just liking it myself.
Yes, I know -- I'm bitching about THAT? It took me 50 minutes just to get in from Midsommarkransen, as Lyndon reminded me. I suppose I've just been spoiled this past week with the close proximity to work -- I'm literally within ten minutes of the office, and it's been fabulous. If we take this townhouse, I go back to a fairly chunky commute. The other townhouse is slightly smaller, and I don't like the color scheme that much (it seems awfully dark and muddy), but it's close to here and keeps me within the ten-minute radius of work. Of course, the George Bush Tollway is quite literally visible from our porch -- I think it's kinda cool, but somehow I don't think Lyndon would be all that amused. So, it's down to a great place and a long drive, or a not-so-great place and a short drive. And no, I don't have any other options -- I need to be out of here by next Wednesday, the third place I saw with Betty had no garages and was on the bloody third floor, and when I checked here at the Marquis to see if there were any 3-bedrooms available, there was (and oh, its kitchen was a thing of beauty. I almost died on the spot, and Julia was wandering around in rapture), but it didn't have an attached garage and it would take us a couple of months to get one nearby. Considering that Lyndon didn't want to live in a townhouse in the first place, I thought best not to push it with at least one of his requirements. We need a place with a garage, pure and simple. In any case, I have to decide by tomorrow. The good thing is that Julia arrived this afternoon for a weekend visit, so she's going to check both places out with me and give me a second opinion. Right now, I'm leaning towards the pretty new place simply because it's nice to be the first residents in a house, but I really have to time that drive tomorrow and see just how long it takes.
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I,
however, am sweating buckets at the moment, mainly because the TBS
realtor finally took me out to look at properties. According to
her, we wouldn't be able to rent any separate house within a reasonable
driving distance for under $1,800 a month, which is just way too
high for my blood, so we looked at townhouses. 
Anyway,
there are two that are currently playing tug-o-war with my mind
-- one is in a new complex on the northern edge of Plano. It's really
beautiful, brand new (we'd be the first residents), absolutely huge
(as shown by the pictures) and with almost all the amenities we
wanted (a two-car garage and only three bedrooms, but they're realy
big and we can use my office as a guest room). The drawback is,
it's way the hell up north in Plano, which would mean a half-hour
drive into work for me.
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