Over time Mrs. T and I have evolved a division of labor which works for us. Outside projects fall under my purview. Inside issues most likely will become my problem and I'm to keep out of the kitchen and grocery store. Obviously, I'm being simplistic. Mrs. T's list is far more comprehensive, just not as obvious. However we break up the tasks our plate is full.
For better or worse, we are not farmers with large plots of ground ripe for plucking. As best as I can determine there are no North American farmers, ranchers or sod busters in our family tree, especially near Mayberry. Instead, we have an old, hillside house too large for a family of 2 and their 2 dogs, on a couple of acres of land in a neighborhood being repurposed. We also have a next door neighbor who is a property developer. It was he who knocked on our door.
Paraphrasing Edward Lear, speaking for Owl, our neighbor inquired "Dear Toad, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your house?' Said Toad, 'I will.' And so we did. Now we are, as real estate agents say, "right-sizing".
Last weekend while you lounged at the pool, we stored most of our things and moved 3 blocks into an apartment which is 25% the size of our former home. Mrs. T and I met at this complex 17 years ago, we have fond memories, and are happy to begin our new adventure. Monday afternoon we put an offer on a condo, a bird fly mile away from our former neighborhood. If all goes well, in a month or so we can move again. We live in interesting times, the future is bright and I'm excited.
I may never ride the iron horse again.
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