I spent the first two thirds of today as planned, attending a Civics Speech contest for high school students in the morning and a memorial service for a neighbour, in the afternoon. These were punctuated by a conversation with the real estate agent who is handling the sale of the house in which I am living at present.
I was asked how much time I’d need to move. Truth is, I don’t need much. I moved a much larger household, in less than a week, in July, 2011. Niceties, though, entail a decision by the property owners and my securing a residence. The former is not my call. The latter will involve what I hope will be a brief search. Considering the warp speed with which this process is moving, I trust I will land nicely on my feet.
As I approach the third anniversary of Penny’s passing, I feel a pullback from some of her family members. Hopefully, this is not due to my moving out of what has been family property. My in-laws have treated me like royalty for 33 years, and I quite honestly just want to help simplify their lives.
I also feel a pullback from some of my friends here in Prescott. This was bound to happen, but while I am in the hands of a loving universe, with regards to where I live next, I prefer to stay in this area for at least two or three more years. So, on Monday, besides doing a couple of service projects, I will go by the first place I have in mind for my next residence, and see what’s available.
I am familiar with this catapult. I’ve held onto it before, and been flung quite a few interesting places.