I'll Think About It Tomorrow

This may be my last post for some time.

So dramatic. But it's all such a pain in the patootey that I'm feeling dramatic. Picture me swooning, back of my hand against my forehead. Oh Ashley!

Too much? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But here's the deal: I'm in the Burlington, Vermont airport, hoping to wing home through thunderstorms in Dulles to get to Denver at midnight. I'll spend the night at my mother's, hop up and drive to Laramie at 7 am. Signing closing papers on the Santa Fe house at 10am, finishing the final load of the U-Haul and driving to Denver to spend one more night there, then on to Santa Fe to take possession on Friday.

And that's if everything goes perfectly.

The last two days have been a mad scramble of last-minute paperworks. Exchanging one chunk of money for another. My poor mother and Stepfather Dave -- who owes me nothing, it should be said -- have been scrambling to be our personal bridge loan. My mother has been to Kinko's THREE times in the last two days, to send faxes for me. Let me tell you, the whole diaper changing/nursing/labor thing pales in comparison. It's been both silly and infuriating. Selling one house and buying another on the same day is incredibly fraught. I don't recommend it.

Eh, I wouldn't listen to me, either.

I'd say stay tuned, but maybe you won't be able to. The Qwest folks are scheduled to install internet for me next Wednesday. So, really, if you DON'T hear from me until Wednesday, all is well.

If things go badly... well, brace yourselves for ranting.

It's entirely possible I'll be spending the weekend in Denver and closing on Monday in Santa Fe. We'll just see, won't we?

But look: here's our plane to Dulles, fully an hour before departure! The windows look out on a blue sky, gently lit by a declining sun. One cumulus cloud mounds in singular splendor over the mountain. Two hot air balloons have launched, one blue, one read, drifting serenely.

All is well, I'm thinking.

Stay Tuned.