for those not read in: I’m on the road. I almost typed “I’m on a mission from G-d.” Some of you know what I’m talking about.
Well, you too can know. Sometime ago I got the feeling I should move to a particularly place at far lower altitude. Note the “particular place.” It happened to be a place I didn’t know existed, but that don’t make no never mind.
It’s just that I’m not particularly mystical, and here it is: Get thee out from the land of Denver, and buy (He’s no longer in the business of giving, I guess) a place in this land I’ll show you.
It’s ridiculous, and the miracle is that Dan hasn’t had me committed, partly because he got the same but fainter inklings at the same time.
So. Out we headed, in a rented car (one feels a caravan would be more appropriate, but who has that kind of time) to look over the promised land of real-estate to buy.
Only….. where we’re supposed to move, there are no houses that fit. The houses that fit are not that far off, and we were thinking “well….”
And then this morning we both woke up with “No, not away from here. HERE.”
So, I said, ill-tempered, “We, if He wants us here, He’d best find us a place to buy.’ Coincidentally (?) at that moment, our real estate agent called and said “let’s try to figure out other places that are close to coming on the market.”
So, keep the prayer wheels spinning. Rattle those drawers. Trail your fingers in the baby alligator pool. Clutch your piece of flag. In other words: PRAY we find something, please.
I’ll be painted purple and called Edna if I know why we’re supposed to be here, but the back of the brain is very sure that we’re supposed to buy here. I wish it were better about figuring out how.
Meanwhile I’m trying not to let side down on a May Promo I’m in with friends, which is showing pathetic numbers because, of course, I’m away and not pushing this.
So be good boys, gils and dragons and sign up or this, okay?