Every Friday, I like to high-five myself for getting through another week on little more than caffeine, willpower, and inappropriate humor.
Mary worked today, and I did chores around the house. Actually, I attempted to shower twice when the front door opened and people walked in to see the house. I watered and did some serious thinking about the direction I am going.
OK, here it is. I loved this house and all of the love that it saw over thirty-five years. But, at seventy-six years old, I have but a few years left, so I decided it was time to move on. The new house will be larger and will have room for a shop and entertain our dear friends. So, I accepted an offer for the house, which was good as it requires no inspections, no termites, no nothing. I can stay in the house for a month after escrow closes free and then rent it afterward. It was a gut-wrenching decision, but I am moving on. I wasn’t in a happy frame of mood.
We plan to see a new property on Sunday or Monday.
I had to break the news to Mary; I was going to lunch with my girlfriends since she was working. Nancy and Irene were to meet me at Shenandoah for lunch, but alas, Irene (who drives Nancy) had to bow out. Irene and Nancy are in their mid-80s, so Mary felt safe. The three of us have been friends for a hundred years, dancers you know!
Mary got off work about 3:00 PM, so I headed to her place for the evening. We had dinner while looking at various new listings. Dinner was terrific. I had a single glass of wine. One reason I don’t drink is that I want to know when I am having a good time.
We decided to watch another K-9 movie called K-9 PI. We watched another movie, kind of, and then hit the sack.
I have learned that only two things are necessary to keep one’s lady happy: first, let her think she’s having her own way, and second, let her have it.