Time flies...AKA The Homeless Entry

The last month and a half have been so traumatizing, I am not sure I want to relive them.  Do you know that when you close a home sale here in Houston, all the parties are supposed to meet around the same table and everyone signs the papers at the same time?  When I found that out, I told the realtor in no uncertain terms that I had no desire to meet with the buyer of my ex-home and I wanted separate closings.  They were very accomodating.  Conversely, when we met with the folks that we bought from, they were extremely pleasant and have been since then, because they are leasing back from us for a month and are already receiving our mail.

Have you calculated that makes us homeless?  Indeed.  

Howdy's most excellent sister found out and offered her home to us, which is where I am blogging from now.  For you folks in Houston, I am now commuting from I-10 and Gessner around the Beltway to 1960 and Veterans Memorial every day.  I am so thankful that it's against traffic both ways.  Can I complain here that Howdy was out of town on moving day and I was alone?  Can I complain that it was Valentine's Day?  Someday, I will look back on this and laugh, but not quite yet.

Two more weeks and then we can move into our new house.   Not that I am counting...(20 more drives...)