the appraiser didn't show up until almost 5pm, the best part of the day already over (i couldn't even go out for a monday afternoon run). i watched him take photos of my street with a digital camera outside the house. he came in, did a 30 second walk-through, and was pretty much done. i asked him if he wanted to know about the cable/ethernet access in every room, the new replacement windows, the hours of paint stripping, but he said those things didn't really matter. he asked a few questions, two of them being if i had a trash disposal or a stovetop hood (i had neither, but i do have a dishwasher and an in-unit washer/dryer). he was surprised that i had two bedrooms, and said he loved houses with colors, since most of the places he sees are white walls. he went outside and took a photo of the house from the backyard. i jokingly asked if he wanted me to be in the photo, and he said that there are actually laws that say people can't be in these appraisal photos because it could sway the results (white neighborhood, black neighborhood, etc.). after a quick pass through the basement, he was all done and left.
i briefly instant messaged amy at work, who told me the good news that she passed her teacher's exam and would now be able to quit her current job and become a science teacher in one of the local school districts. i feel i had a small part to play in all this because i helped renata write a recommendation letter for amy when she was first applying for the position.
by the time of the evening news, i was already making dinner in the form of corn chowder from a can, lazy food. i watched the red sox game on television and nearly fell asleep, the blinds closed but summer daylight still shining through the windows.