I find myself in the car with the dog. She’s uptight. Usually a car ride means something fun. Not this time. We are just waiting. Up the street, I can see a car parked outside my house. The realtor arrives early to make sure everything is in order. It’s my house, of course everything is in order. Not only is it spic and span but it smells lovely and the lights are on to brighten the rooms.
A truck pulls up and an older, thin man pops out and walks towards my door.
I’m of two minds. Get the hell out of my house comes to mind first and then, I hope he has a big checkbook. He’ll need it. Even the meanest of homes are not cheap here.
What will be will be. It’s my job to keep the house clean and to figure what I feel about this thing and how to make the very best of the less than perfect circumstance we find ourselves in.
I’m up to the challenge.