This isn't the story I'd planned to be sharing today. The cast of characters is the same,
it's just that the plot is different and we're still not sure of the ending.
The moving truck sitting in my driveway contains the worldly possessions of
my lifelong friend, Ethel, and her betrothed, Fred.
Not only are they moving to New Mexico,
they are purchasing a house three miles down the road from me.
Ethel and Fred are going to be my neighbors!
I'll shut up for a second and let that sink in.
They signed the contract six months ago, and I've been counting the days since then to their arrival.
Then things went kablooie Thursday afternoon. I will spare you the sordid details
and try not to drag you into the drama, but through a combination of uncontrollable events,
the whole deal blew up. The closing, scheduled for Friday, did not happen.
The seller called off the deal, then she fired the realtor. Then less than 24 hours later,
the deal was back on...maybe. As I write this Sunday night,
we're still not sure when the closing will be.
The stress and anxiety is unfathomable.
While we wait and worry, the calming influence of Lucy and the rest of the herd
is keeping us sane...sort of. And your guesses on what the big announcement
would be have kept me laughing. I just wish this story had reached its happy ending
before I had to write this post.
So keep us in your thoughts if you would, please, while this drama continues to unfold.
I'll be back with the ending once it's known.