Between househunting and work, I’m amazed I’ve been able to post at all. I have an ongoing convoluted personal discussion with myself about househunting – nearly all of it bitter – which under other circumstances would have ended up here.

I have been engaged, as well, in interesting email exchanges with various friends, which presumably has also sopped up some blogtime.

We put an offer on house number three earlier this week, but lost on a higher offer. I’m completely unconcerned about this; the house was beautiful, but as noted earlier, small and in the wrong location. I suspect our agent is having a hard time understanding my buyer’s psychology, because I am pretty unstressed about the whole process, other than the amount of time it takes.

I estimate that to date we have seen about 120 to 125 houses. We are putting in an average 10 to 15 hours a week on the hunt. Housework has suffered.

Driving remains the most loathesome activity ever misconceived by the mind of man, but I at least I don’t feel like one ton of auto plus my total inability to perform physical tasks with any competence creates the roadbound equivalent of a safetyless machine gun any more. I mean, it’s still literally true that I am a dangerous, incompetent driver and will remain that way. I can’t tell my right from my left and physical activity is unpleasant, because I cannot control the motions of my body as easily as most people. It’s not as though I have a disease or disability, though. I just fall on the less-abled side of the bell curve with respect to performing multivalent-input-required physical tasks. I understand that most people find physical activity and stimulation pleasant. I find it excruciating, because I cannot manage the sensory input I receive. This makes me feel as though I am always out of control of my own body and its’ reactions to the world.

Wait, let me rephrase that: I am always on the verge of losing control of my body. As I become acclimated to a physical activity, I rely less and less on actual external sensory input, and more and more on learned patterns of action and mind. As I become less interactive with the physical world, I exhibit a greater degree of competence in physical tasks.

You can see how I note my increasing sense of control of the car with some unease.