The Deed Is Done

Our House  

The deed is done. That sounds like something from Shakespeare. (pause while I check the Internet.) No, from a play review by Ben Bradley. Ah, well, in our case, the deed is indeed done. We have signed all the papers, and the money is being wired from California via federal banks, title companies and brokers. Should be to us soon.

First we did a walk through with the new owner who says he plans just to fix the house up and see what happens. Could be true. I asked that he treasure the living room wall of coral oolite stone since ours is unusual and not available any more. We also walked the yard, with my pointing out the natives and telling him about the birds and butterflies that live here. The best I could do for them. The woodpecker was making little pecking noises from inside their nest while she waits for her eggs to hatch. I call it noodling, and I shall miss it.

Grant and I keep checking with each other, asking if we are are okay. So far. We took the garbage and recycling bins out to the road for the last time. Then we said good bye to our house. We had a wonderful life there. It is hard to know that part has ended and to focus on the future. How to remember without being maudlin?