I am sorry to have neglected ye Olde Blog, but honestly, if I had to sit and write out my thoughts over this past month in something long enough to count (not a Facebook update, for instance), it’d have gone something like this:
Oh please let this house sale go through. Please let this house sale go through. Please don’t let the house inspector go bonkers because the house is 60yrs old. Please let the buyer’s FHA appraisal pass. What if none of this happens? Please let this go through.
In other words, I still have much to work in the Faith and Trust Department. By the grace of God and no doubt the intercession of a few saints, the Old Haus will likely close next week. It could have been tomorrow, but the flood insurance transfer got stuck in paper limbo. The house inspector was pretty merciful (there were a couple of lines that had Haus Meister and I laughing–like how the railing attached to the house next to the back steps might fall off and hit a car?!). The appraisal passed with no repairs needed. The buyer still wants the house and didn’t ask for additional repairs beyond a few small things recommended in the inspection. A far cry from the offer we had to reject in 2014– Mr.-You’re-paying-my-closing-but-I-also-want-you-to-pay-15K-in-upgrades-and-while-I’m-at-it-let’s-give-you-4k-less-than-the-previously-agreed-price. I’m sure he has a name, but that’s how I recall him, bless his heart.
I need to work on Charity, too….
So I’m relieved mixed with anxious (we still have six days til closing) mixed with a little sad. We will never call that place home again now, really. It won’t be ours. It will be someone else’s cobbled walkway and someone else’s yellow elm tree and someone else’s familiar creaks in the old floor. On the other hand, it will be someone else’s mortgage. And we can return to fixing up the lovely house we live in now. Not a bad plan, that.
Our pretty little girl on her 7th Birthday. She picked out the dress, the tiara, and the boots. It is good to be 7, and a Princess.
Princess and Dino were in the first race, a 0.5mile course. Princess is ahead of Dino, her bright flowered headband blending into the shirt of the person in front of her. Dino is running in his John Deere boots. We couldn’t find his sneakers before the race. Keeping it real, here!
Rascal was too fast for me to take a picture. He and his best friend ran the 1 mile course.
Here I am, huffing and puffing behind Sunshine who ran the Adaptive Race (also 0.5 mi). She enjoyed herself so much that she ran the course two and a half more times. I also need some work in the Running Department.
Haus Meister ran with Trooper in the Adaptive Race, too. Trooper and Sunshine both came in first for their groups. Princess came in second in her age group, and the other two boys did a fine job and are already planning to medal next year. 😉
Ben Hatke’s latest, Little Robot, is a huge hit around here. I kept finding children reading it at various times in various places.
Well, we did something bold last month. We signed up to have our picture taken for the parish directory. I’m pleased to say it turned out well, and here’s a picture of a picture of the family!
So in this year’s installment, Dino ISN’T wearing a hat, everyone is FACING FORWARD, and mostly smiling. Miss M did not like the way the photographer was trying to get her to smile and the only way to convince her not to jump on my lap was to hold her as I was doing. Sunshine insisted on bringing her ragged “BabyDoll” inside and we decided not to fight that battle as we didn’t know how she’d do with the picture taking anyway. Fortunately she’s holding the doll’s face against her and that’s good because the week before she’d colored it purple and the last thing I wanted to do in my Christmas letter is to explain that my daughter is not in the habit of asphyxiating her dolls. Just coloring them.