Funny, this whole house buying thing. It's one of those few events that make everybody happy. We're happy to be getting this fantastic house to move into down in Georgia, the previous owners are happy to finally have only one mortgage (finally!), and the realtor(s) rejoice to have some income. Our realtor happens to have 3-year-old triplets, so helping support a family makes me even happier.
I'm still sick--my husband and I are taking turns going through tissue boxes--but today's a good day. We're finally getting things done, making friends, and putting all of the pieces together for our move. I'm supposedly on target to finish the novel two days before Christmas (nearly a month late, yes), but at this point, I'm okay with that. I've got a lot to be thankful for this year.
My kids were caught in the snow storms up in the Northeast, but they did so in quite an exciting way. They were out on their grandmother's fiance's boat, already having the time of their lives motoring around on Puget Sound, when the snow began. While all of the adults frantically ran around scraping snow off the windows so they could navigate back to the dock in the blizzard, my kids raptured over the snow, relishing two great adventures all at once.
My kids have it right. Life isn't always a pain. In fact, at least in my experience, it's usually more of a grand adventure. I'm hoping that all of you in the U.S. have a great Thanksgiving holiday (and the rest of you have a great Thursday), and if you've had enough adventure so far, here's to hoping the rest of your year is calm and relaxing.
And now, I need to get back to my novel. Happy Thanksgiving!