SueAnn Porter

So back to our story in progress: We are selling the house and downsizing. Or at least that is what we set out to do originally. We are selling the house to a LAWYER (Gibbs rule what?) and his wife.

So every little thing is being picked over, much like when you see those videos of the monkeys cleaning insects out of each other’s heads.

As with the Children of Israel, there have been times in this process where we have turned to each other and said, “Let’s just stay here. It’s not worth it. It’s too inconvenient. I can’t take anymore.” I used to read that passage in Exodus with no empathy whatsoever, just thinking, “Why don’t they just trust God?! Moses said God told him they will get out from under Egypt’s slavery. What are they complaining about?” Ugh. Look in the mirror next time you say that.

Yesterday I confess I spent several hours in bed with the covers over my head while I heard telephones ringing in the background. Oh and we still don’t know where we are moving to yet. I have started packing, but we don’t know where we are going to live. There are a few options– a few different apartments, but we don’t know for sure.

We also don’t know our time frame. While we have a penciled in closing date for the house, not all our ducks are in a row and that date might slip. So we don’t want to pay rent on an apartment for a month while it sits empty. What if the deal falls through totally and we don’t move at all?!

Mr. Murphy (Of Murphy’s Law Fame) of course has made guest appearances most days.  He even brings a box of cookies with him, or a bag of candy. He hasn’t brought a gallon ice cream yet, but can that be far behind?

I can’t go into specifics about the issues with the house because, well, I did mention that we are selling to a lawyer, right? I know that all of this is working together for good, somehow, someway, and will help me finish writing the manuscript.

So I am looking forward to the day that the crane shows up and takes this house off of me!