And especially you can tell when you’re at J&H’s hilltop home. Traded some texts with J this morning concerning stuff that needs to be shipped east, then headed over there to get work done. Everything was fine, simply fine, until about ten. When the wind started cranking up.
Oy. Working there on a windy day gives me a clue as to just why H decided she’d had quite enough of the desert – and why J didn’t seem to give her a lot of argument. I like my sheltered little hollow, and even here I can feel wind buffeting the Lair.
While I was there and thinking of wrapping things up, the sewer guys showed up a day early for the septic tank inspection in the company of the realtors representing the new buyers. Which gave me a chance to have a nice chat with the realtors, and pass my phone number to the new owners. The house closes today, I’ve got 30 days to get all of J&H’s stuff out of here, and then I’m out of work.
Except maybe I’m not, because now I know the new owners live in the city about five hours away and have no real plans to live here. Which means they’ll need a caretaker. And I come with the very highest of recommendations… 😀
I hope it works out the way you want it to, Joel.
Don’t wanna jinx ya, but sending up signals to whomever listens in your favor. G’luck
You can always tell a desert home that was constructed for city folk. Sitting up on a ridge top with a great view, surrounded by stunted sagebrush 5 inches tall…