Get through one day . . just one day without crying! My friends, Sarah and Judy, are probably saying . . ain’t gonna happen! If I call Sarah crying one more day, she’s probably going to block my calls. If I send Judy another email telling her my problems, she’s probably going to change her email address and not give me the new one. And Vince! Men! Yesterday he called and asked what the realtor had said and I told him she felt really bad because I had cried and he said “Why are you crying? Heck if I know!
Monday the realtor came to give us an appraisal. She’s a very sweet lady and she was our realtor when we bought the house. We were talking about how it seemed like just yesterday we were here during a major snow storm looking for a house. When we were here looking at the house, the realtor had told us that the lady who was living here, also moving with the same employer, loved living here and had cried about leaving. I was praying Linda wouldn’t bring that up but she said “I remember how much Julie hated leaving” and I was trying to hold back my tears . . but the dam broke.
Tuesday I had to go to the dentist. My crown had a hole in it and I had him look at it in February. He said “let’s just watch it”. He could tell the hole didn’t go all the way through. I told him we might be leaving and he told me if we were moving, he would replace the crown. When I walked in yesterday, he stopped and said “I guess this means you’re leaving!” and I started crying right in the dentist office.
Today another realtor came for the final appraisal. We’ve looked at some country properties with her and she’s also very sweet and kind. She said “How do you feel about leaving?” Wrong question lady! Then she felt so bad for making me cry but I assured her it happens at least once a day so she shouldn’t be concerned.
Tomorrow the new owner comes for the chickens so you can bet that will not be a good day. So . . folks . . if there’s going to be any day this week I make it through the day without crying, it better be today. Wish me luck . . I’m going to need it!
And, furthermore . . I am not having a root beer float today. Every evening I tell myself it’s ok because I’ve had a rough day but one can only consume so many root beer floors before one must go to the next larger size jeans. I’m just one more float from needing that next size. Darn it!