Well, i was to have left for Dallas this afternoon and a last minute car problem arose on Sunday evening.
My Spanish mechanic dutifully repaired my car at his house and did not charge me.
That guy is awesome.
Today i ran out of time with packing things and decided i would leave tomorrow. This afternoon while at the town hardware store getting keys made for people to check in on the house and for those that would use it as a get away in the summers, Anna - the hardware clerk that i have known for several years asked 'Why all the keys?'.
I explained the situation and she told me that her brother was renting a room for her, but that he would really like to rent a house and could he rent my house? WOW. Talk about timing. So i said sure - send him around. And around came Bixby.
57 years old, much married and divorced and needing a place to hang his hat for a bit. Insanely sanguine fellow, very well accomplished.
He is an alcoholic and drug addict that has been sober 16 years and Anna vouched for him. Bixby and Anna's family have been in the town forever and are well known as a great family.
SO - just as i was ready to lock the place up and leave, i will have income to cover the mortgage, a tenant that will take care of the place so this is seeming like a good thing.
At this point it seems good. Check back in a few months and we will see. lol.
So not only am i frantically trying to pack and fit a ridiculous amount of coats, clothes, and shoes into my car, i have to get the place ready for a renter. SO - it will be a red bull fueled night it seems.
My Spanish mechanic dutifully repaired my car at his house and did not charge me.
That guy is awesome.
Today i ran out of time with packing things and decided i would leave tomorrow. This afternoon while at the town hardware store getting keys made for people to check in on the house and for those that would use it as a get away in the summers, Anna - the hardware clerk that i have known for several years asked 'Why all the keys?'.
I explained the situation and she told me that her brother was renting a room for her, but that he would really like to rent a house and could he rent my house? WOW. Talk about timing. So i said sure - send him around. And around came Bixby.
57 years old, much married and divorced and needing a place to hang his hat for a bit. Insanely sanguine fellow, very well accomplished.
He is an alcoholic and drug addict that has been sober 16 years and Anna vouched for him. Bixby and Anna's family have been in the town forever and are well known as a great family.
SO - just as i was ready to lock the place up and leave, i will have income to cover the mortgage, a tenant that will take care of the place so this is seeming like a good thing.
At this point it seems good. Check back in a few months and we will see. lol.
So not only am i frantically trying to pack and fit a ridiculous amount of coats, clothes, and shoes into my car, i have to get the place ready for a renter. SO - it will be a red bull fueled night it seems.