Boy, when it rains, it pours. We just got off the phone with our property manager in Florida. We had our hopes up when the renters told us they wanted to purchase the house. That is no longer an option for the renters for whatever reason. The house value has dropped so low that we would basically have to give it away. If things are selling better here, we may have to sell this one and move back to crime ridden Deltona. Just venting. Everything feels so hopeless this morning.
Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me. The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum. I'm tripping over debris." I thanked him. Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and reuse again. "I just washed that" he would state. He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me. I thanked him. He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me). I thanked him. Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pillows needed to be placed. John&
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we are at a hotel, again, at least. have to two oldest dogs with us in an attempt to save their ancient zombie lives. poor little dusty, crumbly fellows!
can stay through tues night, will have to decide what to do from that point out, though, depending on when power returns and how bad the next snow is. i will keep in touch.