I thought a lot about my childhood on that long drive back
to New York, and also about the boat trip to come. Bumps, bruises and bug bites
are part of the journey, without them, you know you probably haven’t maximized
the fun. I’ve always said that the best
thing about living in Upstate New York is the lack of mosquitos and yet, here we
are anxious to return to the northern New England coast where the mosquitos are
large enough to carry off a small child.
Bob and I have had our own share of figurative bumps,
bruises and bug bites over the past week, but we too have managed to come out
of it with smiles on our faces. Yes, our house is under contract BUT not to the
buyer that made the offer I so optimistically blogged about last week. After a
verbal agreement to our counter, Buyer No. 1 asked if we would throw in the
lawn mower, seeing as how it doesn’t fit in the Lazarette (I think that is name
of the storage locker on the boat) we had no problem agreeing to that request.
And then we waited. After two very long days, we learned that the buyer was
having second thoughts. In addition, we had three additional requests to see
the house that I knew would demolish any
hope of achieving anything else during the week. I walked for an hour during
the showing on Tuesday and had just finished turning all the lights out upon my
return, when the buyers drove in the drive way, what a way to be caught off
guard! Wednesday’s buyers also didn’t
show at their designated hour, instead calling five hours later asking if they
could come right over. I was totally prepared on Thursday and they pulled in
the drive ten minutes early, as I was taking out the trash. Fortunately, the third time was the charm,
despite the trash-wielding, crazy lady in the drive way, and an offer came Friday
afternoon. We countered Saturday and received a verbal agreement (as long as
the non-lazarette-conforming swing set was thrown in.) We then had a major déjà vu
as we waited, and waited…and waited for the agreement to come back. Finally,
Monday afternoon, the agreement came; after what seemed like 24 years but was,
in reality, only 24 hours overdue.
The third highlight of the week was also provided by
Anna. A friend, stock broker and former
neighbor enjoys music in his spare time and is typically found at a small pub,
the Press Room, in Portsmouth, on Friday afternoons. I had told him about Anna’s
interest in guitar and he had invited her to join him sometime. We finally took
him up on the offer and after a good warning on the way over that Anna could
sometimes be shy, reticent and even distressed about new and overwhelming situations;
she proved me completely wrong and joined right in like she did it every week. Anna
at the Press Room Several family
members joined us and we all thoroughly enjoyed the entertainment and watched
in joy and wonder as Anna played her rehearsed pieces and picked away at songs
she has never heard before. Perhaps she was paying attention at all those
lessons…
Our trip east was scheduled to achieve several needs related
to work, money and moving logistics but we utilized the trip to further our
move including bringing a boatload (literally) of hard-to-pack items. This
included the wheel barrow, tools, picnic table and bicycles, all packed tightly
into the fishing boat. The boat is now resting snugly in Maine, awaiting our
return or a lucky day when we have the time to launch and enjoy a day on the
water prior to making the official plunge with Midwatch. Speaking of official
plunges, discussions here are focusing around whether or not to bring Midwatch
north for the second half of the summer. Time will tell.
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