Today was the last day of hunting season here in Montana. I went out and had a great time with my step-dad, Jerry and my brother, Joshua. Didn't end up bringing anything home (apart from some serious aches and pains) but we worked hard and had fun doing it. I am sorry to say that I shot a buck, and that he got away. We tracked him for 4 miles before we completely lost his trail, and had to give up on him. Several things I should have done differently, and know to do differently in the future. Right now, all I can do is shrug, shake my head, and sit here being introspective. Time for a little laundry and an early bedtime.
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
The Meaning of Life
I am sorry to say that, despite my deep admiration for both the combined talents of the gentlemen that made up Monty Python as well as the exquisitely talented author Douglas Adams, neither party satisfactorily provided me with an answer to the question: What is the meaning of life? Well... that isn't exactly true. The fact of the matter is, that the seeming inability to provide an answer that passes muster, points quietly to where such an answer lay. Within.
As I sit here, glancing around a living room filled with a clutter that borders on uncomfortable, and listen to the snores of dogs contended in their sleep, not one thing that I can see lends purpose to my being. It's just stuff. I'll be honest, I love stuff. There is really just so much cool stuff in the world, it's amazing that so many different people came up with so many ideas to invent all of these neat things. But they are all still just things. If I woke up tomorrow and all of them were gone, I wouldn't die - they are not the meaning of my life.
I tend to draw people to me. It reminds me a bit of a novelty button a friend once purchased, it read: "I have animal magnetism, when I go outside, squirrels stick to me." You see, when I go out in public, doing my own thing, people whom I have never met invariably walk up to me and ask for assistance. Something about my being is capable of convincing others that I work in every store I ever set foot in. This evening, while airing up the tires on my step-dad's pickup, a large man, with a worried look on his face, came up and asked me if I knew how to wire a 7 pole trailer plug (the type used to hook the trailer lights on a large camper up to a truck.) I had to admit that I did not and apologized. He thanked me for my time and went on his way. I was bothered though, this guy had a very real need. I could see his 5th wheel trailer and truck, where he had walked to me from, off at the edge of the parking lot. He was obviously distressed that he could not continue traveling now that darkness had fallen, until he repaired his lights. Well, I didn't know how to wire a 7 pole trailer plug, but I do carry a smartphone, from which I easily procured the information. I quickly sketched the diagram, and then hunted the guy down. He was shopping in a store nearby. I walked up and explained the diagram, and he was just tickled. He said: "I can't believe you tracked me down to help me!" All I could reply was: "Yup!" I shook his hand, wished him good luck, and went on with my life. My meaningful life.
We can do as much or as little good in our lifetimes as we set our minds to. If you are looking for meaning though, try doing a little good for someone other than yourself. While there is great satisfaction in taking care of ones own needs, there is an even greater reward in helping to meet the needs of someone else, even when it's something as simple as looking up a piece of information.
If life is feeling a little meaningless, go do something. Specifically, go do something for somebody else.
As I sit here, glancing around a living room filled with a clutter that borders on uncomfortable, and listen to the snores of dogs contended in their sleep, not one thing that I can see lends purpose to my being. It's just stuff. I'll be honest, I love stuff. There is really just so much cool stuff in the world, it's amazing that so many different people came up with so many ideas to invent all of these neat things. But they are all still just things. If I woke up tomorrow and all of them were gone, I wouldn't die - they are not the meaning of my life.
I tend to draw people to me. It reminds me a bit of a novelty button a friend once purchased, it read: "I have animal magnetism, when I go outside, squirrels stick to me." You see, when I go out in public, doing my own thing, people whom I have never met invariably walk up to me and ask for assistance. Something about my being is capable of convincing others that I work in every store I ever set foot in. This evening, while airing up the tires on my step-dad's pickup, a large man, with a worried look on his face, came up and asked me if I knew how to wire a 7 pole trailer plug (the type used to hook the trailer lights on a large camper up to a truck.) I had to admit that I did not and apologized. He thanked me for my time and went on his way. I was bothered though, this guy had a very real need. I could see his 5th wheel trailer and truck, where he had walked to me from, off at the edge of the parking lot. He was obviously distressed that he could not continue traveling now that darkness had fallen, until he repaired his lights. Well, I didn't know how to wire a 7 pole trailer plug, but I do carry a smartphone, from which I easily procured the information. I quickly sketched the diagram, and then hunted the guy down. He was shopping in a store nearby. I walked up and explained the diagram, and he was just tickled. He said: "I can't believe you tracked me down to help me!" All I could reply was: "Yup!" I shook his hand, wished him good luck, and went on with my life. My meaningful life.
We can do as much or as little good in our lifetimes as we set our minds to. If you are looking for meaning though, try doing a little good for someone other than yourself. While there is great satisfaction in taking care of ones own needs, there is an even greater reward in helping to meet the needs of someone else, even when it's something as simple as looking up a piece of information.
If life is feeling a little meaningless, go do something. Specifically, go do something for somebody else.
Monday, May 16, 2011
Spring has sprung and so have I.
Yesterday, I discovered that there is a reason it costs so much to have suspension work done on a vehicle. It is difficult and it is dirty. Even before we got the bronco from Katie's sister, it has had weak springs in back. The result was that it rode substantially lower than it was supposed to in back, causing the headlights to shoot up into oncoming driver's eyes, and also causing it to be very squirrelly at highway speeds. Not a real major issue, but certainly one that needed to be addressed. A couple weeks ago I ordered add-a-leaf springs at a fraction of what it would cost to replace the entire leaf spring assemblies. These 'helper springs' are added to your existing stack, in between the largest spring and the remainder of the original springs. That part itself isn't too hard. The difficulty comes in removing the spring assembly from the vehicle. In order to do this, you must first take all weight off of the axle, which the springs are bolted to. This means jacking the vehicle up and putting jack stands under the frame. Then it's a matter of removing the wheel (easy) and unbolting the spring assembly (far more difficult) Since the bolts in question aren't regularly loosened or tightened or really paid any attention at all, and since they are down where all the mud and the crud and the moisture is, they get nice and rusty. Between rust and caked on dirt, they are a pain to get off. Copious amounts of WD-40 and scrubbing at the threads with a wire brush, got the u bolts (which attach the springs to the axle) off. The nuts on the end of the bolts that attach the spring assembly to the body were another matter - Jerry ended up using his oxy-acetylene torch to heat the nuts so that we could remove them. All in all, it wasn't that terrible a job, it just took the entire day for us to get it done. I'm pretty sure that, knowing what we do now, we could probably get through 3 of them today. Thankfully, we don't have any other vehicles in need.
I am leaving Thursday, to travel to the Flathead Valley, where I will be helping to ready my grandparent's home for their return on Saturday, and also to prepare a photo memorial for my aunt Laurie's memorial service. I also intend to create a much extended one just for the family.
I haven't done a photo montage/memorial since my employment at First Presbyterian ceased. I immediately offered to do aunt Laurie's, even before there was talk of one. It isn't that I am any great master, but the ones that I saw prepared by different funeral homes, while doing A/V work at the church, were always a sad combination of shoddy and cheesy. I want aunt Laurie's to be tasteful and engaging. I asked mom to order a good scanner, so that I would be able to get good clean scans of different pictures and negatives, and I'll use GIMP to make the images look as good as they can. I imagine that everything will work out just fine, but I'm a little nervous about all of it.
Well, off to complete the rest of today!
Blessings.
I am leaving Thursday, to travel to the Flathead Valley, where I will be helping to ready my grandparent's home for their return on Saturday, and also to prepare a photo memorial for my aunt Laurie's memorial service. I also intend to create a much extended one just for the family.
I haven't done a photo montage/memorial since my employment at First Presbyterian ceased. I immediately offered to do aunt Laurie's, even before there was talk of one. It isn't that I am any great master, but the ones that I saw prepared by different funeral homes, while doing A/V work at the church, were always a sad combination of shoddy and cheesy. I want aunt Laurie's to be tasteful and engaging. I asked mom to order a good scanner, so that I would be able to get good clean scans of different pictures and negatives, and I'll use GIMP to make the images look as good as they can. I imagine that everything will work out just fine, but I'm a little nervous about all of it.
Well, off to complete the rest of today!
Blessings.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Patience
Waiting is not one of my strong suits. It isn't that I am incapable, it is that I struggle to do so patiently and without worry. To be fair, I should probably struggle a little harder. Waiting is probably the number one activity by which worry enters into my life, and it always has been. As a child in the second grade, I can remember playing at a friends house and noting that it was past the time that my parents had said they would pick me up. Most any kid would be thrilled and keep playing, happy to have the extra time, but not me. I was suddenly waiting for them to show up, wondering where they were and when they'd come. The mother of that friend told me not to worry, and that worrying was a sin - not helpful at all. Now I was worrying about my parents as well as the fact that my worrying was sinful. It's amazing how indelibly the words "Worrying is a sin" have been seared into my mind since that time. And the thing is, whether or not you believe in sin, or that it is a sin - the statement isn't really very helpful. Worrying is natural, and most people find themselves worried at some point. What I think is important to remember is that worrying isn't productive. The most you can hope to produce by worrying is an upset stomach or a headache, and chances are that neither are a solution to that which you are worried about. For myself, it is best to turn to my faith, to pass my concerns on to God, and then try to trust that I am taken care of. Of course that doesn't mean standing idly by, but rather going about life constructively while I wait.
Growing up we had an LP called The Music Machine, and on that record was a song about a snail named Herbert that was to help children learn what patience was and the importance of it. Here I am 30 years older than I was when I first heard it, and still when I find myself worrying it comes to me and I give it a hum or a sing or a listen. Here are the lyrics, they're short and fun.
There was a snail called Herbert who was so very slow
He caused a lot of traffic jams wherever he would go
The ants were always getting mad and the beetles, they would fume
But Herb would always poke along and sing this little tune
Chorus:
Have patience, have patience
Don't be in such a hurry
When you get impatient, you only start to worry
Remember, remember that God is patient, too
And think of all the times when others have to wait for you
Verse 2:
When Herbert was much younger, he often got in trouble
Forgetting that he was a snail, he did things on the double
He'd crash through every spider web and with crickets he'd collide
'Til one day Herbert's father took his speeding son aside
Chorus
Verse 3:
As you can well imagine, there's a moral to this tale
Some of you may find yourselves behind a creeping snail
So if you get impatient and you're easily disturbed
Think about this little song and take a tip from Herb
Chorus
Blessings
Growing up we had an LP called The Music Machine, and on that record was a song about a snail named Herbert that was to help children learn what patience was and the importance of it. Here I am 30 years older than I was when I first heard it, and still when I find myself worrying it comes to me and I give it a hum or a sing or a listen. Here are the lyrics, they're short and fun.
Patience (Herbert the Snail)
Written by Frank Hernandez & Sherry Saunders Powell
Verse 1:There was a snail called Herbert who was so very slow
He caused a lot of traffic jams wherever he would go
The ants were always getting mad and the beetles, they would fume
But Herb would always poke along and sing this little tune
Chorus:
Have patience, have patience
Don't be in such a hurry
When you get impatient, you only start to worry
Remember, remember that God is patient, too
And think of all the times when others have to wait for you
Verse 2:
When Herbert was much younger, he often got in trouble
Forgetting that he was a snail, he did things on the double
He'd crash through every spider web and with crickets he'd collide
'Til one day Herbert's father took his speeding son aside
Chorus
Verse 3:
As you can well imagine, there's a moral to this tale
Some of you may find yourselves behind a creeping snail
So if you get impatient and you're easily disturbed
Think about this little song and take a tip from Herb
Chorus
Blessings
Monday, May 9, 2011
Realtors, Bankers and Bills, Oh My!
Well, Katie and I have completed all the little steps to satisfy the loan manager, so now if our offer is accepted (a greater than 90% chance of occurring) then she will prepare the package and send it to the underwriters. Then, if they grant a credit waiver (our credit is slightly lower than they prefer, but the aforementioned little steps were gathering proof that items in collections were being paid down, and paying off a couple of small things/providing proof that they were paid) we will only have the remaining hurdles of an appraisal and home inspection. So really, it's just a bunch of 'ifs' at this point. A bunch of ifs, $300.00 locked up in earnest money, and enough anxiety and heart burn to warrant additional medications. If we do not qualify for the USDA Rural Development loan, we would still qualify for the FHA loan. Cold comfort, considering that we don't have the $4000 down required to close with that loan.
I am trying to stay positive, though it would appear that I'm not doing a very good job. Our credit scores will have improved, both from paying a couple things off, and because we caught a collections agency not having updated the status of an account from 'in collections' to 'in repayment.' It's been in repayment, and paid on time every month for 6 months now! Frustrating to say the least.
Automated Accounts of Spokane is by far the least friendly, least helpful collections agency I have ever had the displeasure of working with. Apparently their lawyer told them that they shouldn't fax or email information to customers because of some third party privacy law - something every other agency was happy to do I might add. Rather, they are only willing to mail it to the address they have on file. When I asked the account manager if he was stating that the 3 other agencies I'd spoken with that day had broken the law in assisting me, he backpedaled and stated: "Well, it's a gray area..." He then proceeded to say that if I faxed him permission, that he would speak with the loan manager at the bank! I agreed to this sheer lunacy, just to keep myself from suffering an apoplectic fit. Thank God it's done and over with.
The one other slice of insanity in all of this was at the hands of Credit Management LP of Carrollton, TX. They openly practice extortion on those people who have paid their accounts in full and wish proof of it. When you go to the grocery store and make a purchase, though they may ask you first if you want one, a receipt is yours without charge. Credit Management, aka The CMI group, will charge you $2.00 to access and print a letter stating that your account is paid in full. A practice for which, I intend to contact both the BBB and the Chamber of Commerce in Carrollton. I don't expect anything to come of it, but if nobody complains, nothing will change.
Tomorrow, I am going to try to focus on regular work activites. I will listen to music, I will drink coffee, and I will learn new things. I don't need to keep worrying about this.
Blessings
I am trying to stay positive, though it would appear that I'm not doing a very good job. Our credit scores will have improved, both from paying a couple things off, and because we caught a collections agency not having updated the status of an account from 'in collections' to 'in repayment.' It's been in repayment, and paid on time every month for 6 months now! Frustrating to say the least.
Automated Accounts of Spokane is by far the least friendly, least helpful collections agency I have ever had the displeasure of working with. Apparently their lawyer told them that they shouldn't fax or email information to customers because of some third party privacy law - something every other agency was happy to do I might add. Rather, they are only willing to mail it to the address they have on file. When I asked the account manager if he was stating that the 3 other agencies I'd spoken with that day had broken the law in assisting me, he backpedaled and stated: "Well, it's a gray area..." He then proceeded to say that if I faxed him permission, that he would speak with the loan manager at the bank! I agreed to this sheer lunacy, just to keep myself from suffering an apoplectic fit. Thank God it's done and over with.
The one other slice of insanity in all of this was at the hands of Credit Management LP of Carrollton, TX. They openly practice extortion on those people who have paid their accounts in full and wish proof of it. When you go to the grocery store and make a purchase, though they may ask you first if you want one, a receipt is yours without charge. Credit Management, aka The CMI group, will charge you $2.00 to access and print a letter stating that your account is paid in full. A practice for which, I intend to contact both the BBB and the Chamber of Commerce in Carrollton. I don't expect anything to come of it, but if nobody complains, nothing will change.
Tomorrow, I am going to try to focus on regular work activites. I will listen to music, I will drink coffee, and I will learn new things. I don't need to keep worrying about this.
Blessings
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Mother's Day & Fishing
The two may not sound like they go together, but today they did. While my mom went to spend time with her sister and my cousin in Glendive, Jill went with Katie and I, to fish the Yellowstone river. Before we went fishing though, I went with Jerry up to the house of one of his buddies, and helped to move some items back into his shop. He'd recently painted the floor, and because he has a bum foot, needed some help with the heavier items.
After helping to get the heavy items into the shop, and in place, Jerry and I returned to the house. For some reason on the way home I developed a horrible horrible headache. The whole left side of my head was throbbing so intensely - even the teeth on the left side seemed to hurt! We got into the Bronco and headed out to the area we wanted to fish, with me driving and still suffering from the headache. By this time I was feeling nauseous it was so bad. Once we got there and I sat in my chair at the river's edge for a time, though, the headache passed. A fact for which I am very grateful.
We fished for 3 hours, and while we had much fun, our catch was less than spectacular. Katie caught 3 gold eye and 1 small sturgeon, and I caught 3 gold eye as well. Gold eye are typically considered a trash fish, as they are incredibly bony and have very soft, almost mushy flesh. Some people like to pickle them, and some people like to smoke them, but we (like the vast majority) just throw them back. Our hope was to catch several sturgeon so that we could have them for dinner, but the one we did catch wasn't of appreciable size, and would have been more work to prepare than the little bit of meat that was on him was worth. We still had a great time being outside, and if nothing else, gold eye are really fun to catch.
When we got home, I dug some pike and some catfish out of the freezer and got it thawing for dinner. I fried it all up while Katie and Jill made a salad, and we feasted on the fish with fresh lemon wedges for lemon juice. Not as good as fresh fish, but still very tasty.
Tomorrow morning we have to take Jill to the airport at 5:00, so that she can fly home. Both of us wish that she could stay for at least a week, but that just isn't possible right now. Our hope is that she will be able to come back again in the not too distant future, but only time will tell. I am very nervous, still, about the house-buying process, mostly just anxious for everything to go smoothly. It's crazy to think that if things move along as scheduled, we'll be starting to move come the end of June! Ah well, one thing at a time.
Blessings
After helping to get the heavy items into the shop, and in place, Jerry and I returned to the house. For some reason on the way home I developed a horrible horrible headache. The whole left side of my head was throbbing so intensely - even the teeth on the left side seemed to hurt! We got into the Bronco and headed out to the area we wanted to fish, with me driving and still suffering from the headache. By this time I was feeling nauseous it was so bad. Once we got there and I sat in my chair at the river's edge for a time, though, the headache passed. A fact for which I am very grateful.
We fished for 3 hours, and while we had much fun, our catch was less than spectacular. Katie caught 3 gold eye and 1 small sturgeon, and I caught 3 gold eye as well. Gold eye are typically considered a trash fish, as they are incredibly bony and have very soft, almost mushy flesh. Some people like to pickle them, and some people like to smoke them, but we (like the vast majority) just throw them back. Our hope was to catch several sturgeon so that we could have them for dinner, but the one we did catch wasn't of appreciable size, and would have been more work to prepare than the little bit of meat that was on him was worth. We still had a great time being outside, and if nothing else, gold eye are really fun to catch.
When we got home, I dug some pike and some catfish out of the freezer and got it thawing for dinner. I fried it all up while Katie and Jill made a salad, and we feasted on the fish with fresh lemon wedges for lemon juice. Not as good as fresh fish, but still very tasty.
Tomorrow morning we have to take Jill to the airport at 5:00, so that she can fly home. Both of us wish that she could stay for at least a week, but that just isn't possible right now. Our hope is that she will be able to come back again in the not too distant future, but only time will tell. I am very nervous, still, about the house-buying process, mostly just anxious for everything to go smoothly. It's crazy to think that if things move along as scheduled, we'll be starting to move come the end of June! Ah well, one thing at a time.
Blessings
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Well - that was unexpected!
Thursday afternoon I picked Jill up at the airport. We went and visited Katie at work, and then went to the grocery store to buy ingredients for "Mennonite Enchiladas." (My nickname for my grandma and aunt's enchilada recipe that calls for cream of mushroom soup - a key ingredient in many mid-west Lutheran and Mennonite potluck casserole dishes.) As I started to prepare dinner I got a call from Leif Anderson, a local real estate agent who has also done business telephone systems in the area for some time. I have worked with Leif professionally in regards to the phone systems in a couple of the county buildings, and so when Katie and I started thinking about finding a house, he was the person I called. Back to the tale at hand - Leif called and told me that there was a house that they had just been contracted to sell that day, not even yet listed, which he thought we might be interested in. He gave me the address and I told him that we'd like to view it at 12:30 Friday afternoon. I put dinner prep on hold the minute we got off the phone, and Jill, Katie and I piled in the car to go take a look at the exterior. The house was in a good location, and though in need of paint, looked solid. We returned to the house, by way of White Drug, to visit my mom & pick up a prescription, and I finished preparing dinner. The meal was very nice, and everyone had a nice time. We ate too much and generally enjoyed ourselves.
Friday morning, Katie went to work, and Jill and myself went to visit the banker whom I started conversing about home loans with several weeks ago, just to find out what a loan would look like if we did like this house. I also inquired about the possibility of a USDA Rural Development home loan, and though initially unsure, she decided that the likelihood of qualifying was great enough that it was worth applying for. Jill and I went and talked at Baker Boy, the local doughnut and coffee shop, and then went home around noon, when Katie got off from work. Shortly thereafter we drove back over to the house and met Leif to take the full tour. The house was built in 1951. It has hardwood floors, a modest, but sufficient kitchen, 2 bedrooms upstairs, 1 bathroom, a partially finished basement with an additional bedroom, a garage/shop large enough for tools and a work area as well as a parked car, and a nice large backyard. The furnace (forced air) is original, and was converted from coal to natural gas sometime in the 70's. It's probably not the most efficient, but far from the least as well, and is beautifully simple, which makes it easy to maintain and repair should it be necessary. On the whole Katie and really liked it and Leif told us to go home, talk about it, sleep on it and call him in the morning. From there we drove to Glendive, as Katie had a couple appointments, and then returned to Sidney to spend the evening with the Yockims, where beer was consumed and conversations were enjoyed.
Today when I finally dragged myself out of bed, I ran to the store for bacon. When I got home, I made buttermilk waffles, bacon and cheesy scrambled eggs for the whole family. I called Leif and asked to see the house again at 11:00. My aunt and uncle stopped by on their way through to Glendive, where my cousin Annie lives, and so we very nearly didn't make it out of the house on time, as we had asked my mom to come with us to view the house as well. On second look, the house did not become less appealing. I used a far more critical eye, as did everyone else, and though we found things that would need to be addressed in time, we ultimately decided that we would make an offer. We ran my mom back to her place, as she had things to get done, and Jill went with us to go draw up an offer on the house. As the asking price was very reasonable, we offered to pay 5K over asking if the seller would pay up to 5K closing costs. As the house was no longer inhabited (elderly lady who has moved into a care facility) we also offered to allow them to leave what personal property they did not want to keep. This was to ease the burden of the daughter who is in charge of cleaning out the house and preparing it for sale, and to assure that the process would move in a timely fashion. (The daughter lives out of town.) We'll know mid-week if the offer is accepted, and then, provided everything else goes smoothly, we would close on the 23rd of June.
Hopes, prayers, sound advice and financial gifts are greatly appreciated! *wink*
Blessings
Friday morning, Katie went to work, and Jill and myself went to visit the banker whom I started conversing about home loans with several weeks ago, just to find out what a loan would look like if we did like this house. I also inquired about the possibility of a USDA Rural Development home loan, and though initially unsure, she decided that the likelihood of qualifying was great enough that it was worth applying for. Jill and I went and talked at Baker Boy, the local doughnut and coffee shop, and then went home around noon, when Katie got off from work. Shortly thereafter we drove back over to the house and met Leif to take the full tour. The house was built in 1951. It has hardwood floors, a modest, but sufficient kitchen, 2 bedrooms upstairs, 1 bathroom, a partially finished basement with an additional bedroom, a garage/shop large enough for tools and a work area as well as a parked car, and a nice large backyard. The furnace (forced air) is original, and was converted from coal to natural gas sometime in the 70's. It's probably not the most efficient, but far from the least as well, and is beautifully simple, which makes it easy to maintain and repair should it be necessary. On the whole Katie and really liked it and Leif told us to go home, talk about it, sleep on it and call him in the morning. From there we drove to Glendive, as Katie had a couple appointments, and then returned to Sidney to spend the evening with the Yockims, where beer was consumed and conversations were enjoyed.
Today when I finally dragged myself out of bed, I ran to the store for bacon. When I got home, I made buttermilk waffles, bacon and cheesy scrambled eggs for the whole family. I called Leif and asked to see the house again at 11:00. My aunt and uncle stopped by on their way through to Glendive, where my cousin Annie lives, and so we very nearly didn't make it out of the house on time, as we had asked my mom to come with us to view the house as well. On second look, the house did not become less appealing. I used a far more critical eye, as did everyone else, and though we found things that would need to be addressed in time, we ultimately decided that we would make an offer. We ran my mom back to her place, as she had things to get done, and Jill went with us to go draw up an offer on the house. As the asking price was very reasonable, we offered to pay 5K over asking if the seller would pay up to 5K closing costs. As the house was no longer inhabited (elderly lady who has moved into a care facility) we also offered to allow them to leave what personal property they did not want to keep. This was to ease the burden of the daughter who is in charge of cleaning out the house and preparing it for sale, and to assure that the process would move in a timely fashion. (The daughter lives out of town.) We'll know mid-week if the offer is accepted, and then, provided everything else goes smoothly, we would close on the 23rd of June.
Hopes, prayers, sound advice and financial gifts are greatly appreciated! *wink*
Blessings
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