Saturday, December 12, 2015
I want to be a snowbird.
That is what the people who go South every year for the winter, are called here ... maybe they are called that everywhere ... what do I know .. I live alone with 2 cats in the woods.
I told the realtor to take the house off the market. I am resigned to living here like a hermit for another winter.
So today she emailed that people are coming back for a second look ..
Just when I started to think it would be OK .. I can manage a winter here with 2 cats and a lot of books.
We will see. They will come ... perhaps make an offer ... perhaps it will be good enough to make me leave here after all.
I sure miss having someone to talk to about important things like this- someone who was so good at making Right decisions every time.
The cats have no opinion .
I was looking out the kitchen window while the realtor was talking to me when I saw deer in the corn fields. This is not unusual.
Suddenly they took off at a run ... towards my property .... they galloped through the yard and across the street to the acres of property where a nice bog is located ... and No Hunting.
I hate the idea that hunters are allowed not that far from where I live.
I have to trust that they know how far their bullets can fly .. which direction they are pointing that rifle ... the kitties and I are staying away from the windows in the back of the house ... just to be sure.
All I need now is to get shot while waiting for someone to come look at the house !
Yes, my imagination is in overdrive ... too much coffee .
to be continued .............