I should watch that movie again - I can't remember if I liked it or not.
I am mildly nervous about our townhouse. The world's most awesome tenants are moving out this weekend. I have nobody else lined up, and I've even knocked $100 off the monthly rent. It was spectacularly bad timing, with the so-called vacation and the almost broken ankle and all that. If we don't find tenants soon, we may have to move back in. Which would be kind of lousy, but I'm steeling myself for it anyway and already have a backup vegetable garden plan - Willie, a lady in my ward, has offered her bare backyard for anyone who wants to grow veggies there. I'll give the chickens to Elizabeth, move what I can to Willie's yard and keep the tools there. I can start planting fall crops next month. It's good for Willie too - she's a widow on Social Security and she would of course get to eat all the veggies she wants.
It wouldn't be so bad to go back. I don't want to, but it wouldn't be the end of the world. I also have it listed on Craigslist as a FSBO for $240k, we'll see if I get any bites other than Nigerian "businessmen" or people claiming to be Russian investors. Already I'm thinking about putting the master bath back in, some hidden shelves above the carport, and a window in the "loft" section of the second bedroom. It will all be OK.
I'm making a big pile of books and other household items to give away or sell, just in case. Stephanie: I have a fun old Sunset book on desert gardening for you. Kim: I have a Chinese bamboo steamer for you, and probably a heck of a lot more kitchen stuff. Anybody want lots of home-decorating sewing patterns? I have a box of 'em, but couldn't bring myself to give away the costume patterns.