My dear husband had me look at a place today, a four-bedroom a block off the lake that is way too big and, well, “adult” for us. Right now we’re in a “hip” tower in the cool part of town, a block from the lake about a mile south of the 4br home. But we’re paying $110 per month each for two parking spaces in a garage designed by an idiot.
But there’s something in this 50-something brain that says “that’s our guest room,” where [Jim’s mom] will be at home. Here’s Jim’s office. Here’s my office, the sun room downstairs. There’s room to even store the boxes we haven’t seen in three years that we don’t even want to open. Yes, we’d have to get a guest bed/beds and fill in. But there are original wood floors. Window seats. Leaded glass and a butler’s pantry.
That’s so much more than we can get in a hipster tower with bad parking. Now if I looked further, I may find another single-family home (not a duplex like this with a shared basement).
While I’d like to have a true “Aha” moment, I tend to believe that fate steers my way and I fall into things for a reason. Yes, I’m actively looking and don’t “fall into” things but I believe most things happen for a reason, as I’d find out in a year when I meet so-and-so and it leads to a great collaboration in work or life or both.
I guess the message is not to mess with what works, even if my husband doesn’t understand it. He doesn’t need to, only to live there and pick up a few boxes. And walk the dog at night. Maybe take out the garbage from time to time? Oh, I’m asking too much to ask for toilet paper to actually be put up for use.
Yes, Genie, those were my three wishes, forget about the tp because it’s been over 10 years and this math genius cannot learn that new trick. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 