I titled yesterday’s blog, “As happy as if she had good sense.” This is one of the Loretta-isms Mom often used. Translated into today’s lingo, it means something like, “She goes through life unscathed even though she’s clueless.”
My brother, Billy, and I once wrote down all of the Mom metaphors we could think of. Mom was phrase prolific. She had an idiom for every story that required her to give it her own bit of flavor. When I have completed this post, I will name it with another of Mom’s isms. I will be able to see her shake her head and give me a sideways glance as she gives my post a cryptic analysis.
Kip and I took our time this morning. I didn’t sleep very well, so I wasn’t looking forward to doing mundane chores like laundry. The day was warm enough but dreary, which didn’t add to our energy level. By lunchtime, we were pretty caught up with things, so we started looking online for lots in the Cedar Creek area. Kip also called the real estate agent referral we were given and left a message, but we haven’t heard back from him.
We found a lot in Log Cabin that sounded great. The ad showed pictures of all the lake amenities and made it seem as though it was in sort of a resort area. It was also reasonably priced, so we decided to go look at it.
This was the good part of the neighborhood.
When you are driving in an area and there are houses that would better be described as shelters, and there are signs all over that say, “No Trespassing…Keep Out,” you know it might not be the best place to settle down. As we locked our car doors and headed back to the main road, we realized we hadn’t seen any signs of life other than a dog standing near the road…watching us.
We were about to ditch the idea of looking around anymore, when we came across some lots in a subdivision in Eustace. We headed that way and found them in minutes. The lots are in a pretty good area and they are about the size we want…a quarter acre. They are all heavily wooded, and don’t have any utilities to them, which would really increase the money we would have to invest. It might still be a possibility if we could get the lot price reduced enough, but I think we can do better.
Tomorrow, we will try again to touch base with the realtor Kip called today, or get another referral. We went to our regular Tuesday night group dinner, and our friends, Pat and Jerry, suggested we contact someone they know who has a lot of contacts in the Eustace area. It’s probably wiser to tap into other people’s knowledge of a town than to go off on our own. It’s 328 miles around Cedar Creek Lake and there are several different communities for us to check out. We have only just begun.
On another note, we stopped by the “small home” and the flooring job was almost finished. All they have left to do is finish some of the trim. The lady they lined up to clean everything is supposed to finish tomorrow too. We will all move back in on Thursday morning. There will still be a lot to do to put it all back together.
I like it, but I’m not in love with it. I guess I should reserve judgement until we get all the furniture back in place and add the touches that make it homey. You are the only ones I have said anything to. I didn’t want Kip to know I’m a little nervous. I’m the one who picked the flooring out. I’m sure it will be fine. At the most, we’ll just have to paint the walls…and the kitchen cabinets, but don’t say anything, please.
My Aunt Ella, Aunt Helen, and Mom…
Mom is looking sideways and I can just hear her say to her sisters, “I told Mary, if the story isn’t interesting, don’t tell it.” Translated…”If you’re going to tell a story make it interesting, (adlib), or forget it!”
One of Mom’s greatest talents was knowing how to tell a good story and she always knew when to forget it.
Did you know there was a Machiavellian Cabinet plot in the 30’s that would have DENIED the Queen the throne, left her a lowly Duchess of Edinburgh and made William and Harry COMMONERS??
She looks clueless