This is becoming a regular philosophical blog, isn’t it? I promise more technical articles soon. Life is a crazy hot mess at the moment. Read on and you’ll understand.
We’re trying to sell our house. The market here in Colorado is hot right now and I want to move back east and buy a farm. We put our house on the market two Thursdays ago and had three offers by Monday, including a cash offer.
You might wonder why I’m anxious.
You see, we got close to four feet of snow last weekend. Pretty rare event here. Most I can remember is three feet in one storm and that was seven years ago. If you can believe it, we had house showings smack dab in the middle of the storm. Awesome, right?
The not-awesome part is where all of that snow had to melt and flood my crawl space, where my furnace and hot water heater reside. It’s been damp down there from time to time, but now we’ve got rotten boards at the base of our foundation and standing water. I can seriously watch it flow into the crawlspace. This is Colorado. We don’t have sump pumps. It’s historically dry.
I rigged up my Harbor Freight pump and sucked out as much water as I could, but it flowed right back in as I watched in horror. My biggest horror is that we’re having the house inspected on Tuesday for the sale. I’ve already put in my notice at my job. If this sale doesn’t pan out, I’m up the creek without a paddle. I’ve been in the crawl space all weekend, pumping, shoveling, and covered with mud. I’m weak, wet and extremely tired.
Being a man who believes in God, I’ve been praying. I’ve lost my patience, gained it back, and lost it again. I know God has a plan. I’m just not sure what it is. That frustrates me because I’m a bit of a control freak.
I did a run to the bus Friday morning before everything went to crap (or up the river, as it were). I’m going to miss it terribly if we can get through this flooding issue. I loaded a lot of gear I know we’ll be needing and I was praying while loading. I heard a little bird flutter by my head and saw this.
It’s a chickadee. Not a big deal, but it’s the Maine state bird on the high plains of Colorado. I swear to you in all of my time at the bus, I’ve never, ever seen a chickadee. Especially not one perched on the bus. I hope it’s a sign of things to come.
Pax Domini Sit Semper Vobiscum,
Mike, Oscar, Hotel….out.