The day of 58x2 signatures. Or the endless Escrow Papers.



Luckily the Title office is situated a few blocks from the best pastry stop in Berkeley- so C and I share macaroons(plain and hazelnut), linzers(apricot and raspberry), and sesame delights while flexing our fingers. Such morsels are more than compensation for having to waste a perfectly good Friday afternoon bent over unreadable papers.



We sign in a room which showcases two of my real estate agent's paintings. It's an incestuous town- Berkeley. C said after the signing that he did not like our title officer Rapunzel- too cold and business like. He could imagine her going to Chevy's after work with a friend. She would say in that exhasperated office lady tone, "You cannot believe the clueless couple I had to deal with today..." Rapunzel suited me fine though. Just a disappointment her hair did not live up to her namesake.



Confusion over the dates produces anxiety. I told e*trade I would close on May 1st- so the documentation reflected that. But my agent set the date for the 7th. So flummoxed I become, I cannot reloop my brain. To relieve this problem, C buys me a straw hat which helps me enormously to type furiously all my 6 blogs.



the banana man is back. the same dude bent over in the driver seat of a toyota corolla, watching a tiny tv hooked up to his lighter. always parked to the left of my door under the tree. he slowly eats bananas all the time. once in a while he'll start up his car again to recharge.