Anniversary of the new domicile
Yesterday was the one year anniversary of our signing the lease here and getting the keys. We had waited on pins and needles for an extra week for the confirmation that our application was accepted. We still didn't know what would happen with our house, we didn't know how we were going to make it, but we knew that the Lord had answered our prayers and opened it up.
The sale of the house closed two weeks ago when the lease option was exercised by the parents of the mom of the couple living in it. (Got that?) The contract provided that they could be substituted if the young, resident couple couldn't get the financing they wanted. (Well, the contract simply provided that they could be substituted, and we understood why that would be what happened, and then the grandparent couple will sell it to their kids when they get that worked out.) The house is theirs.
I drove through the block yesterday to see if the trees are out yet. The cherry blossoms are always later than much of the rest of town, so, no. Reverend Price's magnolia tree isn't even fully out, but it has rebounded from the hatchet job that cut all the branches two years ago, and has grown into a tulip shape with lightweight branches all reaching upwards and bearing flowers. That tree was one of my favorite sights every year, huge and magnificent out my front door. The cherry blossoms I missed last year so much are still gorgeous when they come, and I may succumb to the desire to drive up there and park to take my walk around the old route. The blocks around here are much less inviting, but there are trees in bloom in stray places.
I wasn't home much yesterday, and I was so dead on my feet when I was home that i couldn't have framed a coherent paragraph, but I need to acknowledge the date and our blessings. Everything we have needed has been brought together and the lineup of events and circumstances could not have happened by chance in any way, shape, or form. We are grateful. I am so happy to have a house rather then ending up in a little apartment, and like Rex Harrison, I've grown accustomed to its face-- the dips in the floor, the kitchen cabinet that part of my brain is still wary of even though I know it's farther off the floor by a 1/4 inch than my head is, the old Youngstown 1949 steel all-in-one sink set up, the basement access being out the back door so you need a jacket and a key, and if it's dark, a lantern. To tell you the truth, we tend not to go out and down at night unless we really need to. I now judge my laundry as well as my walking by breaks in the rain.
But it's all right. Even without a dishwasher. Because the alternative on our budget was a small apartment without room for our freezer, our food storage, and probably leaving our ward and ending our service there in callings we love, with people we love. It actually has its own real charms, and we're pretty cozy. The daffodils I planted are working on showing up, and the clematis I put in one back fence corner shows the first signs of life. (Now I just want something in the back corner of the lot....)
The sale of the house closed two weeks ago when the lease option was exercised by the parents of the mom of the couple living in it. (Got that?) The contract provided that they could be substituted if the young, resident couple couldn't get the financing they wanted. (Well, the contract simply provided that they could be substituted, and we understood why that would be what happened, and then the grandparent couple will sell it to their kids when they get that worked out.) The house is theirs.
I drove through the block yesterday to see if the trees are out yet. The cherry blossoms are always later than much of the rest of town, so, no. Reverend Price's magnolia tree isn't even fully out, but it has rebounded from the hatchet job that cut all the branches two years ago, and has grown into a tulip shape with lightweight branches all reaching upwards and bearing flowers. That tree was one of my favorite sights every year, huge and magnificent out my front door. The cherry blossoms I missed last year so much are still gorgeous when they come, and I may succumb to the desire to drive up there and park to take my walk around the old route. The blocks around here are much less inviting, but there are trees in bloom in stray places.
I wasn't home much yesterday, and I was so dead on my feet when I was home that i couldn't have framed a coherent paragraph, but I need to acknowledge the date and our blessings. Everything we have needed has been brought together and the lineup of events and circumstances could not have happened by chance in any way, shape, or form. We are grateful. I am so happy to have a house rather then ending up in a little apartment, and like Rex Harrison, I've grown accustomed to its face-- the dips in the floor, the kitchen cabinet that part of my brain is still wary of even though I know it's farther off the floor by a 1/4 inch than my head is, the old Youngstown 1949 steel all-in-one sink set up, the basement access being out the back door so you need a jacket and a key, and if it's dark, a lantern. To tell you the truth, we tend not to go out and down at night unless we really need to. I now judge my laundry as well as my walking by breaks in the rain.
But it's all right. Even without a dishwasher. Because the alternative on our budget was a small apartment without room for our freezer, our food storage, and probably leaving our ward and ending our service there in callings we love, with people we love. It actually has its own real charms, and we're pretty cozy. The daffodils I planted are working on showing up, and the clematis I put in one back fence corner shows the first signs of life. (Now I just want something in the back corner of the lot....)
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