I knew I would be in Utah for a bit.
Mid August was my goal to return home to New York... medical testing aside. If it was clear, I was booked to wing my way back to Newark, land of stupid airline employees and a train that took me back to the city.
It's September, and I'm still here.
The house still isn't on the market, the Benz died and needed a new battery (thank goodness it was only a battery, there are only two zeros between the first number and the decimal), I still have a few things to sort to have shipped to the place I pay rent on and have yet to see, and the terrier has terrorised the chickens so much, they refuse to lay eggs.
I do my best to look innocent when the neighbor walks off shaking his head, an empty basket in his hand. I'm thinking of buying eggs and putting them in the nest.
If Norma is fixed today, everything is back on track, and I may actually fly out of Vegas on Monday. I will have nothing to sleep on for a week, but, I can live that way. I had the dead front yard repaired, the garage sale was good, the storage is consolidated into one place, and I've signed the sale agreement. Norma has to sell so I can make two house payments a month until the house here sells.
How do people live life this?