So that snowball has started its roll down the hill and it’s picking up momentum and objects at an alarming rate.
Our closing date is next week. Next week!!!
The real estate lady was here photographing the yard yesterday afternoon – after My Guy and I labored outside all morning like plantation workers on superior-quality amphetamines.
Today she’s coming again to stare artistically at our unfamiliarly stripped-down rooms and plan the staging for tomorrow’s indoor photographs, which will go on-line soon for the official listing of our house.
Thus, about all I have to offer today is some soothing shots from one of Mamie’s walks around town.
We often end up here at the private academy, where graduating seniors can add a block to its bordering brick wall.
Some show their solidarity with friends,
Or their culture,
Or leave thoughts for us to ponder.