I am also thrilled to report that seeing the house again was a very positive experience. I found it to be even better than I remembered, and it reaffirmed that I made the right decision. I took lots more photos and you can see a few of them at Flickr. (You have to get past the old ones first to see the new ones.)
Another thing I learned today pertains to something completely different: apples. Before I bit into my tasty Red Delicious at work this afternoon, I peeled off the sticker and announced to no one in particular, "My apple is from Washington." A coworker said there's no way it came from Washington since it's the dead of winter. He insisted it must be from Chile. Ever the faithful label-conscious consumer, I could not be conviced that the sticker was misleading. I even went to the Washington Apples website to confirm they are actually grown there. I found an email address and asked if my apple was indeed originated from Washington. Answer: Yes, as a matter of fact it did. And it was picked at least three months ago. So there! Um, wait a minute! Wha? Well, the harvesting season is August through November, and it is now February, so that would make my apple at least three months old. How on earth? The lady who wrote back to me from Washington Apples said, and I quote, "We store our apples in controlled atmosphere storage rooms and that extends their life." Amazing! It tasted pretty good to me--nice and crisp--but now I wonder what a truly fresh apple tastes like. Hmm.