I spent my morning on the phone with Bank of America regarding home loan approvals. Mind you, this being my first time attempting everything, my answers tend to involve 'I don't know,' or 'sure.'
I feel as though there's a huge disconnect between these people involved with my house hunt, and myself.
There's a lack of understanding between myself and the loan officers. [Wish they were still keen on face-to-face interactions]
There's a lack of communication between myself and the real estate agents. [Think they'd want their money!]
And there's a lack of communication between myself and my partner in crime.
I know what I'm looking for, I just need everyone else to play ball.
Next, I attended the LED Lighting C.E.U. at the Kight center in IRSC.
Though I had a rough time getting myself together initially, once I discovered the sugar cookies, I seemed to have gotten a better grip on things.
The entire time I was admiring his PowerPoint presentation & tried to obtain ideas for my next exciting presentation, drywall!
We did end up getting a pen that lights [but doesn't write] and a jump drive filled with Eddison inspired goodies.
He really did emphasize some things that seemed like common sense, only after he mentioned them.
I'll get to add to this if I get to attend the Robb & Stucky seminar next Thursday, just after class & just before the recycling seminar.
I had to leave the lighting C.E.U. a bit early so I could rush down to Stuart to help an
Angela Poag, an interior designer set up her showroom at the
Cashel Residence.
I was in love with all the historic, yet modern details.
The spatial layout was less than inviting, but old mansions usually are.
I spent alot of time running up and down the stairs only to go down some more [flannel] stairs into the dark & ominous basement.
Quite the cardio.
After some minor pack-muling, she had me iron a blanket.
This sounds simple enough, but it actually was one of the most resilient, stubborn blankets I've ever ironed.
Who am I kidding, I don't iron!
The other interesting thing at the Cashel house was the [drunken] painter we had to mind. He would've never figured out that door lock!
Really amazing architecture in that place though, I'm excited to room docent now!
My sweater weather night is coming to a close, and I fear that my classes kind of took to a back burner for today.
However, another class tomorrow. I can organize all over again & get right back into the grind of things.
I'll post some photos tomorrow.