Goddamn, the day started out so nicely. An incredible sunrise, with such clouds….. A reminder of Godsmack with speakers blaring their music so loudly on the way to work.
A two-level increase pay raise (which isn’t a lot, but still), and check for over $100 on my laptop when I returned to the office after a session. Treatment plans printed, assessments completed. 
A little hint of sickness is lurking in my throat and chest, so I head to the store to start with the cold remedies(this is where I peaked through the fence to see how Lizzie was and to check her new baby sister – a ’77 Bug). After work, I headed to my personal therapy session, glanced into the driveway of the shop and saw Lizzie being driven, so I know we’re getting close.
And there it was, in an envelope on my door when I got home from my therapy. A termination of tenancy. I had just gotten a phone call from the property management company this morning saying they be in touch with me about repairing the deck. I walked down the street to talk to a neighbor who had been over this weekend, taking pictures of the deck and the fence to send to the owner in Philadelphia. He was just as surprised and will give the owner a call tomorrow, as will I. I already called the property management company, wondering. It is time to go, though I wonder if 60 days will be enough time to find a house to buy.
Ethan felt ill. Maggie was sad. Both had just gotten their rooms the way they like them. Houses are selling for a ridiculous amount here…for some reason the bubble is back. The good thing is, if things don’t pan out, L agreed the kids have their rooms at the old house and I can always sleep in Lizzie on the driveway.
Pictures: I’m a cloud-lover, a seeker of clouds. I cringe with the blue sky, yet gaze up contently at Heaven’s fingerprints, floating above us. I love clouds. And…of course, trees.
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