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WEEK 97. PART 1
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WEEK 97. PART 2
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WEEK 97. PART 3
Thursday, December 29, 2011 - Wednesday, January 4, 2012
WOW!!
I don't think I have ever had a four part post before!!
I am making sure this one is short so I can go on to WEEK 98
Enough said...
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Monday January 2
10 days to go....
PREMONITION
No word from my realtor. I have tried to stay positive since we put up the FOR RENT sign. I mean, really,
if I didn´t believe this house will eventually rent, would I have invested so much time and energy in
painting, fixing, cleaning, and making it look irresistable?
Yet, there are times when I am bothered by a nagging feeling. It tells me that I will eventually lose my
house. What is that called? Fear? Or... perhaps premonition?
When I shot this photo I realized I had posssibly captured the future.
The home I loved could become just that... a blurry memory of what I once had.
But, why would that happen? Who would not want to rent this house? With the paint job it looks like
new! It is a nice size home in a quiet neighborhood, with four bedrooms and three full baths, that sits
on an acre of land with pretty blooming trees and lots of colorful perennials that return faithfully each
spring. Furthermore, we are asking for a monthly rent lower than our own mortgage payment...
what more can anyone ask for the price!
Nagging feeling go away! This is one thing we couldn't bear losing. Neither of us. It would hurt too much.
I shiver at the thought.
Therefore, I repeat to myself - IT WILL RENT. Pepe says it will and I must hang on to his words
and believe with all my heart that under no circumstances we will lose our home. He says not to worry,
that even if I don't find a job right away in Madrid we can handle paying it for a while, and he has even
asked for a bank loan to cover our backs for a few more months.
Yes, I am sure it will rent. It is just a bad time of the year. Probably in late spring or early summer...when
the school year ends and parents can start looking for a new rental place to live in..
What would I do without my positive thinking husband? He always reassures me. Even in the distance
he can make his wife feel secure...
My husband. The one only person that calms me when my mind takes off and wonders into the
world of haunting what ifs.
No word from the realtor? No problem. Pepe is right. Everything will be okay. Our home will rent sooner
or later.
Besides, how wrong can things go for us anyways?
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Tuesday January 3
9 days to go
Closing Doors
With my heart breaking and a knot in my stomach but pretending all was well with me, I asked my
daughter Sandra to return to her apartment.
There was no point to it. No significant reason for her to stay here with me anymore. Sandra had an
apartment and a life she had chosen back in November when she decided to stay in the States rather
than return to Spain with us. Yet, once more she had asked to stay overnight and, that one night
turned into the past two weeks. Not that it surprised me. Sandra had zig- zagged in and out of our
home the last two months; an unbelievable thing considering this child of mine always has a bone to
pick with me...
However, the time had come to start closing doors. It was something we both knew she had to do, and
leaving it to the last moment would only make matters worse. Sandra needed to face whatever ruffled
feelings she had. Alonso needed his own home, with a normal, daily routine. And I... well... I needed
these next nine days to start letting go of them both...
Sandra understands and returns to her apartment and Alonso's father.
It's killing me.
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Wednesday January 4
Whew! Last day of week 97!
The Case of the Missing $
That morning I said to myself, I would have sworn I had one more hundred dollar bill
I couldn't have spent it!
Frantic search
Exhasperation.
Pulling of hair
I must have hidden it somewhere and I just cant't remember
WHERE... OH!! WHERE COULD IT BE???
I don't have many places where to hide money any more. The house is practically empty!
The money hiding place in my home used to be in the walk in closet of my bedroom
To be exact in one of the inner pockets of Pepe's grey jacket.
But that was in a suitcase already and...
Hmmmm...
Hmmmmmmm....
&%·$"&")!¿?"$!%!!!
Resignation
Oh well...
You win some. You lose some.
I looked out my living room's window and saw the mailman mail carrier by my mailbox
Why not? Let me go down the hill., the exercise might do me some good.
Hmmm...
Hmmmmmm....
A letter from a Mark in Massachusetts???
I opened the letter and my jaw dropped
Then I busted out laughing
Oh, my God!
I had mailed a stranger a $100 bill tucked in the case of a DVD he had won bidding on E-bay!!
Thank you Mark
It is wonderful to know there are honest people out there..
You are truly a REMARKABLE man
and your gesture is absolutely PRICELESS!!!
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