I was hoping to find what the Bible refers to as “hidden
treasures of darkness.” The property we bought included a run-down mobile home and a
metal shed. Both very dark and both packed, I say packed (some boxes since
1999) with the left-behinds of what was once a family. Or maybe it was several
families—siblings who used the place to store the mementos of a former life.
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Tuesday, February 23, 2016
Monday, February 15, 2016
The fixer-upper saga: Seems you can’t just haul a trailer away
“I’m not mean,” he says. “We just think differently.”
“Nope. You’re mean.” I hold my ground, but after thirty-something years’ of marriage he can tell I don’t mean it. We had long
ago concluded we thought differently about, well, just about everything.
This current discussion concerns a problem about a piece of
property we’re supposed to close on in a few days. Seems that even though decrepit
mobile homes in SC are as abundant as roadside boiled peanut stands, the situations
concerning the removal and disposal of them are so complicated my attorney suggested
we discuss our options off the record.
Friday, February 12, 2016
When the fixer-upper is beyond fixing
If dreams are any indication of what is occupying your
subconscious, it wasn’t boding well for the situation my husband and I just gotten ourselves into. Zombies were chasing someone right up to my house—(the one we
just bought in in real life.) I wasn’t particularly afraid of them but was holding
the door open, hoping the person would make it in time.
Unfortunately I will never know because the scene switched
to the basement of the dream place where we discovered a room that had been a
gift shop. It was still full of stuff but someone told me that underneath the
place were wind tunnels whose constant screeching drove people crazy. And I
still wasn’t worried (?!)
Now the setup for this dream isn’t that far-fetched because
the person whose real-time property we bought had just walked away. Family was
concerned and came to get him. Left his beer can on the end table, bills piled
high. Rusty Coleman stove on the kitchen counter and pictures on the wall. Said
he didn’t want a thing.