Inspection Day

Ticktock.  In 15 more minutes, I'll be allowed back into my house.  The buyer's home inspector has been there for over three hours, and I'm fighting hard against feelings of paranoia.  "Does anything in the house not work?", after a pleasant greeting, those were Mr. Inspector's first words to me.  He took me off-guard, and I had to think about it.  "No", I replied, not 100% sure.  Even now, I can't think of anything major that could be wrong with our little house, other than it is super small.  That's the reason we're selling, after all. 

It is now 12:37.  Seven minutes past the safe zone.  I can unplug my laptop from the library wall, and finish my business at home.  I hope everything went well.  I hope that no matter the outcome of the inspection, the buyers still want to be the buyers, and that they will love our house as much as we have.  

Ah, the logistics of real estate.............

The title of this sea glass picture is, "Chimney Smoke".  I'm choosing it for today because our little house has a beautiful fireplace, and we're going to miss it.

Yes

Do you ever think that you say "yes" too often?  I don't mean, "Yes, I'd like more coffee" or "Yes, you may borrow my shovel".  I'm talking about all of the "yes", "sure", "okay", and "I guess so" answers that after leaving your mouth, put a dunce cap on your brain for not going there first.  What?  Think before speaking?  Huh!  Sounds logical, but it doesn't always happen.  Even though I'm thankful for waking up for another glorious day on this beautiful earth, I do have to wonder how many more days will be overflowing with the consequences of  "yes".  But as I sit here, with a mile-long list of commitments, a shadow of guilt sets in.  I wouldn't have been asked to do so much if I wasn't able, and the more I think about it, the more grateful I am.  Yes!  I can do this. 

 

This photo called, "Beach" is perfect for today, because I'm too busy to go there.

Coffee Again

Coffee, here I go again about coffee.  While I still carry a deep affection for my first morning sip, and every delightful one that follows, I've been forced to switch from "high-octane" to "why bother".  In other words, from the darkest, strongest caffeinated coffee, to a regular run-of-the-mill decaf.  Sure, I still add delicious additives to my cup. I wouldn't want to change too many variables.  I want to be absolutely certain that caffeine is bad for me before I give it up for good.  I'm almost hoping I'll still have gastric troubles and heart palpitations without coffee, but then the sensible part of me takes charge and says I'd rather give something up than go on a myriad of prescriptions.  So for now, I'll just be thankful for the unzappy substitute, and be glad that there is such a thing as decaf.

This waved photo of sea glass is perfect for today.  The coffee colors, along with creams, sugars, and mocha flavorings are a little too much on my mind.

Sounds at the Beach

The yellow flag was flying at the beach today.  With its place in the middle, between green and red, it signifies a small sense of danger combined with the okey-dokey to go into the water.  I'm more of a green flag swimmer, so I set up camp on the hill overlooking the day's excitement.  Sure, it's a beautiful sight, but closing my eyes brought a whole new level of pleasure to my senses.  Oh, the sounds.  Have you ever stopped what you're doing to be still and listen?  You most likely have, but go a step further, and literally count the sounds.  It forces you to listen beyond the first few, and with the yellow flag flying, there were many more sounds than three.  The crashing waves slapping against screaming children were the obvious sounds.  Seagulls going berserk over breadcrumbs and popcorn could be heard over radios and boats.  But I could actually hear happiness on the beach today.  Laughter, applause, encouragement, all involving activities among friends and loved-ones in the water and on the sand.  It makes me glad I live here.