... is where we live right now.
I'm about an eighth in the bag, in Fairhope, Alabama, after 10 hours on the road, after several days of high-stress work that determined how I live for the rest of my life, so you're going to have to deal with some zaniness.
In following blog posts, I'm going to argue that, thanks to spending zillions of dollars we don't have, we're actually all living in a fantasy world. Like so.
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| It's not that he's shouting, "This is an octopus!" it's that we all agree with him. |
This is the reason we live on that particular movie set.
I know I live on that movie set. A good deal of this blog had been devoted to pushing over the fake trees and touching the fake water to see that it's not actually wet.
See you in a day or two. Like I said, I'm only an eighth in the bag right now. That needs to be rectified slightly*. It's been a crazy, happy week.
Ohioan, I found the perfect place here in Dixie, but it got an offer today and will hopefully be sold to someone else. I finally saw it with a realtor today and what it told me was encouraging information about prices and locations. I'm very happy even if we miss out on that particular piece of heaven. There will be more.
* - That translates to one more beer. I'm not going that far these days.
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I keep watching the prices/availability of what I’d want for a summer place (water front), and even with the price run up and the higher interest rates, I know we could find something. But as long as the grandkids are here, grandma ain’t goin nowhere. So neither am I.
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