The news was better than a "Get -Out-Of-Jail-Free" card in a game of Monopoly. In real life, most of us have known someone who has momentarily spent at least a few hours in jail. I have four close friends who fall into that category. I have written favorable reference letters for two of them to provide to the court in hopes of having their record expunged.
Reportedly, the United States holds the highest incarceration rate in the world. As I write these words, 743 of every 100,000 people are incarcerated. Of Americans, 3% of the population has been to jail or prison at one time.
Lest I digress, my intent isn't to paint a picture of the indiscretions that go on one's permanent record. Trust me, a get-out-of-jail-free card isn't going to erase the fact that your name is in the system. The record can follow you for life.
Rather than go down a road that potentially sheds a dark light, maybe I should say the news we received yesterday was like a light at the end of a tunnel, and the light wasn't train headed in our direction.
If you've been reading my blog, you know that for what has seemed like forever, we have been awaiting the completion of our new home. The first hurdle was having two lots re-platted into one. I won't bore you with the details other than to remind myself that "if you can't say something nice, say nothing at all." We moved into temporary housing 18 months ago and the first six months were dedicated to legal mumbo jumbo.
Eighteen months is about the average length of stay that the General and I have lived in most of the homes that we've purchased and twice as long as I lived in one. When we were in Midland, in the second house that we purchased, it didn't take me long to determine that I was too old to be a pool boy. Trust me, it took more than a Polaris to keep the pool clean. My realtor friend had a buyer for the home before I mentioned to the General that I wanted to sell.
It would have worked better for me if I had mentioned it to the General before the realtor called and told her he had a buyer. Needless to say, I figuratively got put in time-out.
In January 2023, we met with the building superintendent and owner of the company to nail down a completion date for our next forever home. I thought we were almost there, even though much needed to be accomplished. According to my line of thinking, worse possible case scenario, we'd move in the end of February. I was speechless when we were told the end of March.
Did I mention this is now the end of March, and a lot still needs to be done? We met with the builder yesterday and firmly nailed down a closing date. We will close on April 26th. The mover now has April 27-28 on his calendar. They say delayed gratification is a sign of maturity. Perhaps, I'm getting there.
All My Best!
Don
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