My How Time Flies When...


We rejoin our story.

So, apparently I'm not very good at this; the blogging on a regular a basis thing, that is.

It's 4 something in the morning and I'm awake. Not wide awake, mind you, but definitely not sleeping, awake.

Our lives are taking an unexpected turn. Foreclosure. I never would have imagined it - that I would be about to lose my house due to non-payment. I'm sure many folks these days feel the same way.

We are down to one week before we must vacate the premises. I was gone for a couple of weeks in May packing up the exhibit I work on, getting it out of the museum, onto trucks and back to storage. Leading up to that we'd decided to try and save the house, but as we approached the sell date, we became increasingly uncomfortable with that scenario. My contract ends at the end of June. I have no guarantee that it will be renewed, and if it is, it won't be at the current rate, at least for several months. We'd spend all of our retirement to save the house, only to lose it in another six month.

Nope, we're off to live in... well, that's the question, really. During the past year, Dave got a job at a museum 50 miles from here. We can't just pack up and go off to Terlingua right now, though I'm very tempted to do it myself. So, it looks like we are off to a KOA campground in an as yet unpurchased, RV.

Meanwhile, here I sit, with not enough sleep, typing when I should be packing. I'm hoping there will be a therapeutic effect.