30 days. 30 short, short days. THIRTY!

I went to Peter's this weekend.  Probably my last trip before I go and don't come back.  Yikes.  I took another load of stuff.  I stood in my garage and grabbed anything I didn't think I'd need in the next 30 days.  

• Raquetball rackets.  I haven't used them in 7 years - don't think I'll use them any time soon.
• Table saw.  I think I'm done with my home improvements around here.
• Empty wine bottles.  No good to ME empty.  At Peter's we can re-fill them.
• Air Compressor.  Everything here is suitably inflated.
• Watermelon.  Oops. Brought that back home with me.

I've been panicking over where I'm going to live in 31 days. I even ranted at Peter the other day about how he didn't seem to appreciate the seriousness of my impending homelessness.  I wanted to go apartment/house hunting on Saturday but we had onions to dig.  Choosing to put my head in the sand for the time being, I cheerfully tackled the onions.  Peter dug, I rinsed and stacked.  It was a fine arrangement.  We dug for awhile, thinking about impending changes and digging some more. That's what I was doing anyway - no telling what Peter was thinking about.  After awhile Peter stopped digging, leaned on his shovel and proceeded to explain why he was so calm about my housing.  He explained to me that in the next 30 days he was going to empty out his house, put in new flooring, paint, polish and shine.  Move his mother in there, and then prepare the farm house for my occupancy.

While he's doing that he's going to work his actual job, finish the onions and garlic, remove a 1/2 dozen stumps, plant potatoes, finish preparing the vinyard and come down here for two weekends:  Jill's graduation and a seminar.   Easy!

Naturally that didn't completely ease my concerns - since I'm a worry wart by nature.  And really it raised a whole bunch more questions.  But for now I'm going to let things go.  I've been practicing that skill for just this reason.

Despite our deadlines and other stuff we went sight seeing on Sunday.  Winthrop is a very cute little western town on the far side of Cascade Pass.  Here is a photo near the top of the pass.  We tossed a blanket on the shoulder of the road right here and had a "road" picnic.  The sun was out, we had a glorious view, and a tasty meal of avacodo, crackers, wine & salami.

I cam home today.  On the way home I got a call from my realtor.  My buyers have changed their mind.

Swell.