The goodness of God is the highest object of prayer, and it reaches down to our lowest need.
It quickens our soul and gives it life, and makes it grow in grace and virtue.”
St. Julian of Norwich
(The Mayor is all smiles…if only she knew what was coming her way…./Julie Cook / 2018)
Almost two years ago, before my husband sold out his business and before we had
The Mayor in our lives…
we had both already lost our parents, I was retired and our son and daughter-n-law
had moved away.
We knew we didn’t have much that was remaining keeping us here in our current community.
No family to speak of…so selling, downsizing or simply resizing seemed like a
viable thought.
We toyed with the idea of perhaps moving and in turn, started kind of looking around.
I like nature, the woods, the mountains, the ocean, water…
He likes nature, the woods, the mountains, not so much the ocean, but definitely water
as in lakes and streams.
Maybe someplace out west?
Someplace wide, unpopulated and quiet?
Maybe somewhere down in Florida’s panhandle…white sands or better for him, out on the bay?
Maybe up in the mountains of Tennessee or North Carolina?
It doesn’t hurt to look and dream right?
We actually came very close to pulling the trigger a year ago on a place in Florida
but walked away before going too far.
And it was shortly thereafter that we found out that The Mayor would be coming.
Sooooooo our vision changed. We couldn’t be far away.
The idea of The Mayor coming into our lives put a halt to ever being further away
then we are now.
The notion and thought of different, however, remained…particularly as my husband
sold out the business in June.
Maybe we should move closer to The Mayor?
Despite having grown up there, I hate Atlanta…
And my small town husband…well, I think living in the city would kill him or kill
me for having to live with him in said city!
Still, there just wasn’t anything keeping us here…albeit the house we built 20 years ago.
And it’s 5 acres are getting more and more overwhelming…
more than either of us can physically maintain…we have
more than enough bedrooms…let’s just keep looking…right?
So we thought we had found a place in North Georgia, up in the mountains and not much
further from The Mayor than we are now.
We got right close to closing on this latest pipedream of ours when we realized
the impending house was in worse shape than we actually were aware and that getting
it up to speed, to the necessary shape expected before the closing, just wasn’t happening…
and who wants to buy a house in bad shape for a price beyond its shape???
Not us.
So that was our wrinkle this past week, besides drawing the ire of realtors.
But such an investment needs to be worth what you’re paying for—not something you
want to be overpaying for…only to turn around to pay more down the road as an
unending fixer upper…think the classic movie The Money Pit.
We’re too old for that.
Add to all of that… we are both still dealing with the messes our respective father’s
each left us upon each of their deaths.
Besides having almost been house poor, we are currently a bit lawyer poor.
At some point, I will be free to write about these two messes we’ve inherited….or
perhaps I’ll simply write a book from our experiences…
Maybe I could title it…
“When it’s your time to go,
make certain those who remain aren’t left cleaning up after you!”
Sooooo…there we were Wednesday night, eyes glazed over, licking our wounds
when the phone rang.
It was The Mayor.
Well actually it was The Mayor’s father who was facetimeing Moppie and Poppie on
behalf of The Mayor.
Our son says…”Mother move away from the phone, just let daddy look”
Hummmmmm…what’s up with that I wondered???!!
Peeking over my husband’s shoulder, aka Poppie, I see The Mayor rolling about like
the wild rabbit she is…I notice she’s wearing some sort of new little shirt.
I can make out only one word, but it’s a keyword that has me instantly jerking the
phone out of my still clueless husband’s hand as I immediatley holler into the phone…..
OH MY GOD, ARE Y’ALL PREGNANT???????!!!!!!!”
The shirt reading “I may be small but I’m going to be a Big Sister”
WHAT THE HELLO DOLLY?????
(The Mayor is mad to be held still so Moppie can clearly read the shirt)
So yeah…not planned, but The Mayor is about to have an assistant…
The assistant, James Gregory, is due May 1…and yes it is a he…
and it’s a safe bet that Poppie is already planning a fishing trip…
So I just bet a lake may be in our future…who knows…
All I do know is that I only thought we were consumed by The Mayor…
now there will be two…under two…
Yes… God help us all!!!!!
“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.”
Julian of Norwich
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