We have to move.
Our lovely delightful, hippy-dippy, union member, lefty, pot smoking expat landlords have decided to come home to Seattle. Which would be just smashing if I was their family and if it wasn’t for the fact that they don’t want to keep leaving in the Mother-in-law apartment downstairs: they want their house back.
Despite knowing this was coming someday, it seems I was subliminally always hoping they’d stay in Mexico forever or at least until I got all three kids through high school. No such luck. So now I need to find someplace in the same school district that takes cats and won’t bankrupt us and prevent us from doing all the meaningful things in life like TRAVEL and THEATRE!!
Did I mention this year the rhubarb seems established and that my ligonberries are taking off and the thimble berry patch will be brilliant this year and I replanted the lavender and added some verbena and I FINALLY got my Little Free Library up? I’m not even going to think about the blueberry bushes planted nearly 6 years ago.
On the bright side, we have amazingly long notice–June 2017. Which will hopefully be just long enough to pare through 5 people and 8 years and 2 deaths worth of accumulation.
