THUD
Today, with a thud, I was back from three weeks of wandering, first to Memphis for my granddaughter, Hannah’s college graduation, then two and a half weeks in Winsen and Celle, Germany and finally two days at the Woodstock reunion. Thud. Here I was back with house that needed to be emptied and questions about the house to answer, a process that I wasn’t prepared for. I do ok bargaining at the flea market, trying to lower the price for a green and gold antique candlestick from $3 to $2. But I don’t know how to dicker over a house when the differences between offering and accepting are 10’s of thousands of dollars and there legal forms to be filled out. I feel helpless and don’t want to do any of it. And I think lifting heavy boxes into my car and driving them to Marshall is much fun either. But here I was with Susie reminding me that if I wanted to sell the house I better clean it out a little, which I agreed with, and did a little of on Monday, secure in the knowledge that if anyone really wanted to buy the house I would turn the legal process of selling it over to my daughter-in-law, who is still oblivious to all of this as she and my son and their family float around France.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 
You can do it! It isn’t fun but it will feel better as things get clearer.