So what if I don’t know what “Armageddon” means? It’s not the end of the world.
The day started like typical Mondays, Mary headed for work, and I worked around my house. As soon as I sit down, the phone started ringing. It was various people tell me about the status of our home. By noon it looks like the escrow would go through, so I had to panic and make sure I turned on the electric gas water cable. I did not get off the phone until roughly 4 PM, at which time I got a call from Sydney, our realtor, and she said escrow is closed checking to dinner but let’s meet at the house and exchange keys.
I called Mary, who is just leaving work, and said, let’s meet at your place, and we’ll go together to the new house. When we got there, Sydney was waiting, and we went and looked around, and everything looked beautiful, but now we have six months of work ahead of us to turn it into a home.
Sydney said she would take us out to dinner any place we wanted to go, so we decided Rockwells was just around the corner, and it turned out to be perfect. We had steak, and we killed off a bottle of Cakebread wine; life is good.
After dinner, we went to Jan’s house, which is now within walking distance from our new place. Sydney got to meet Jan, and we had a swell time.
Tomorrow morning, I will go to Lowe’s and get some needed supplies, and then I am going home to load the first of many boxes.