Tuesday, July 25, 2006
The word for today, children, is...
Tsoris, as in gehakte tsoris, or a heavy dose of trouble. Nothing the Planet can't endure, God knows, but trouble still.
The people who put a contract on the house are backing out. The problem? The house isn't perfect. Nothing major. The roof, foundation, electrical and plumbing are all fine. No, there are some pieces of siding that need to be replaced. A couple clouded windows. All of which we're fixing, but it's not enough. These young people are scared.
And it's no wonder. The young woman's father is one of these macho jerks who made it a point of telling me he was a builder in the first few minutes. He sent four, yes four, inspectors to look at the house. For those of you who have never gone through this process, that's like having four irritable editors going over your manuscript, looking for trouble.
So they submitted a 16-page report which scared the youngsters and now they want out. OK. That's fine. It just puts us back two weeks, and now we have to keep the house in museum condition to show, and it's a pain in the ass. But the repairs will be made, the price will go up, and more of our lives will be eaten up by bullshit.
The real problem is that, for the first time in a long time, my writing was moving forward. Now all I can think of is this house, and the repairs, and showing it, and going through this whole mishigas again.
How do any of us stay focused on our fiction when life insists on sticking its fugly head in the door every few minutes and blowing us a cosmic razberry? How do you do it?
Tsoris. That's the word for today, Planeteers. Tsoris.