05/27/2021
We are now still, and will remain, permanently closed. We did not close because of COVID, but God's timing is perfect in all things for those who love Him. It was due to health reasons and wanting to downsize. I retired for the same reasons in 2019. Then came 2020. I took my first flight ever at the age of 58. I visited my Sister In Laws and my Brother In Law in Florida. It was the last time I would see Tom, due to COVID. Sad, but a blessing to see him. Supposedly shortly after my return our house was sold. It was while house hunting I broke my ankle on March 2. It was a terrible break and I waited a week, unable to get up, for swelling to reduce so they could operate. I didn't spend a single night in the hospital. The worse part was when the crutches gave way and I had to literally drag myself into the house as it rained and my clothes got soaked. For a week my dear 23 year old son took care of me, bed pans and all. Then Greg was laid off and resumed our son's duties. It took about three months until I could walk again. To this day I still have tingles in my toes and occasional pricks of pain. I tell Greg it's like someone is sticking a pin in a voodoo doll of me. I hope not, but let me tell you, I do not believe in luck as I had little after that. Greg found a house and did a video walk through. It was a small Victorian cottage. We could have a room downstairs and it seemed perfect. The sellers wanted more time, as did our buyers so closing date went from April to May To June to August. Greg practically packed the whole house. We sold our bed and many other bigger items we planned to replace once moved. We pushed two smaller beds together, that we couldn't sell, and slept in the old B& B room. I couldn't do stairs anymore. Two weeks before our move, the sale fell through. The buyers couldn't get financing. We couldn't believe it when the next day another buyer came that wanted to make the sale go quick, so we could still close in time. Everything was packed, even the pictures off the walls. I guess God had other plans because the man who loved our home suddenly changed his mind too and again we were left in the dust. So we lost our beautiful gingerbread Victorian downsize. We had other interested buyers, but stopped selling in October due to cold weather and COVID. Being high risk, I didn't like people coming in when I couldn't sit outdoors. People are funny anyways, I even had "friends" who wouldn't come visit me when I was unable to walk, as I requested they wear a mask. Anyways, over the winter we redecorated and put work into the house. A lot of paint, time, and money was spent and I was able to redecorate and make the downstairs our new home. Then the original buyers, and the realitor, came back. I made it clear housing had gone up and we had put a lot of time and money into our home over the past year. I told her the set price we had to get at this point and They had to be serious about buying this time. They came back for another walk through and offered less than they did the year before. At that point, I told the realitor I was done. Was there a reason God allowed all the packing and unpacking? Maybe. Unless someone makes an offer way above our expectations, Greg and I plan on staying put here for a few more years. We love the house. We have downsized to the downstairs and now have three adult children residing above us. I know God is looking down on us, and when the time is right...
