1. We didn't run out of things to talk about, and
2. My cordless battery held up as well as it did.
Miracles never cease to exist!
During our ritualistic phone call last night, Beth asked me why I've been so negligent about updating my blog, lately. Of course she said this tongue and cheek, because holy mackerel.
We're in escrow on one house that following the inspection, had questionable stucco integrity (read: potential of devastating mold), and we're getting another house ready for sale. That sale was delayed only slightly by a tree that almost fell on top of the house.
FYI: Under normal circumstances, that huge red oak in the backyard isn't leaning at a 60-degree angle over our house. Although a new roof (and two new vehicles) would be nice, that's not something I was planning. Especially since we just finished our kitchen and master bath remodel; both are which are on the IMMINENT COLLAPSE TREE side of the house.
And last week, as said tree was being removed to the tune of $4,700 ... we discovered that we need a new septic because it failed the inspection (located beneath the fence sections because the inspector wouldn't even cover the tanks up again. Leaving a 2-foot deep hole in the middle of the yard, didn't bode too well for me and my safety-oriented mind since a tree was partially removed and I had contractors still walking around with chainsaws). Ruh-Roh!
The list of our house in Virginia has been pushed back two weeks, the close on the Texas house is scheduled for next week, and the moving truck is scheduled for the week after that. I'm still not sure how we'll host an open house with four children who have been attempting to undermine our move by destroying things, and have an insane infatuation with Legos that they leave all over the house; two guinea pigs that seem to be pooping a lot more in the past month than they ever have in their entire lives, and one dog who keeps running away. What's insane is that these situations are absolutely eclipsed by a much larger situation, that has had me talking to my sister Beth every night for the past month. But I can't write about it. Which really pains me, you know.
In the midst of this: There have been a lot of tea parties.
Muscle-man competitions with best friends.
Swimming.
And our littlest one turned eight.
The only thing I do know is that life is never boring. And I'm feeling so blessed, because just about every obstacle that we're dealing with right now, are what I consider "First World Problems." My new motto has become, "Can you solve the issue with money?" If so, it really isn't an issue at all.
Until you run out of money.
So for any one who tells me they've been praying for us ... I'd like to know, who exactly are you praying to? And also, are you maybe holding a Voo-Doo doll during those prayers and jabbing it in the pocket book?
That was supposed to be a joke. I think it's hilarious. Which leads me to my other motto of, "Always laugh." Despite the most seemingly grim circumstances, there's bound to be a glint of humor in there, somewhere. Do your best to mine that glint and light up the world with it.
