We had a 1 p.m. appointment at the title company this afternoon and when we left 30 minutes later the deal was done. We went from there across the parking lot to our insurance agent's office where we discontinued our homeowner's policy. We're now living in someone else's house at the cost of $1 per day until we leave here on October 10.
T'ank you, Fadder!!
I'm working very hard to get the truck ready for the transporter. So much left to do. So much.
Meanwhile, Pam has been doing a great job of packing. Between the stuff we unloaded at Saturday's sale and her packing efforts the house looks almost empty except for the boxes stacked in the living room. I still have to pack up the garage but I don't think that will take too long. Pull stuff out of the cabinets and throw it in boxes.
I had to run into town Sunday afternoon and listened to NPR on the drive in & back. The hour-long program was "America's Test Kitchen" and I think it's hosted by a husband/wife team with regular and special guests, plus a call-in segment.
I don't cook, have no desire to cook, and unless I outlive Pam (God forbid) will not cook. I've got a solid handle on my French Press coffee system and do a passable job of making my fried eggs and BACON, but my repertoire ends there.
That said, I found the program very interesting. The first segment I caught was a blind taste test of three honeys off a grocery store shelf and an explanation of the terms and tastes used for that food. (I had no idea.) They talked about the differences in flours, had the requisite segment on wines, and explained how to make perfect coconut macaroons. There was more, and I found it all interesting, at least in a theoretical way. The hosts were good, making it easy even for this non-foodie.
We've now had 103 days this year with a temp over 100 degrees and the forecast calls for more of the same until Saturday. Think about that; almost one third of the year in triple digits. And for too many of those days the second number of the three was a one.
Our realtor, Tausha, is ably assisted by her husband, Bill. They were both at the closing this afternoon and while we were waiting for the title lady to come out Bill said how much he admired our commitment to go small and simple. Then he asked which of us convinced the other this was the way to go; which one of us came to it first.
It really wasn't like that at all. Neither of us can remember when we first toyed with the idea, but the progression from idea to settled plan was organic, neither one ahead of or leading the other.
Tiny house living really isn't a stretch for us, but the expression at this stage of our lives of the way we've lived all along. OK, there was that three story Foursquare, but that was architectural art we knew needed saving. Other than that we've always lived simply, whether it was housing, vacations, transportation....
I fully realize what a blessing it is that we are so closely aligned. I feel sorry for couples at any stage of life, but especially at retirement age, who have different values and perspectives on key areas.
Yeah, God did good.
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