Oy. I would ask Erin's forgiveness for not posting anything sooner than this, but I'm too out of breath, stressed, and bald.
So, yeah, that house-buying thing. Lots of work. Not much fun.
Although hopefully it will start being fun on or around April 17th. Because hopefully it will all be over on or about that time.
(Yes, we're currently under contract for a cute little townhouse in Provo and it should close around the 17th, assuming that none of the million things that can go wrong between then and now do. Hence the stress.)
Of course, that means I'll have to move again, but I'm taking comfort in the fact that if this move happens, it will be the last move for about 3 years. And you have no idea how excited I am about that.
Or would be, if I had any energy left.
Yes, that's it.
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I came across this poem, "The Spot" by Holly Day, this afternoon. (Scroll
down to the bottom of the page; it won't let me link to the individual
poem.)
Ye...
11 years ago
1 comment:
Oh, you poor kids! Nothing worse than the waiting to see if all is well. But it will be, of course!
I'm sure that your loyal readership is just happy to see you are of the living. :)
Erin
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