It seems like pressure just follows me around like a lost puppy. Really. Everything I do has some type of pressure that never allows me to rest. Sleep…forget about it. Keeping up with customers, sales, and finances at the store. Trying to stay ahead of my health situations and those that continue to ail me. Following the constant travails of my boys and their careers and now navigating the purchase of this new home. Does anything ever go smoothly! Eric, our realtor, was negotiating on our behalf this crazy assessment that we had no idea about on our new home. It pushed back our settlement almost two weeks as the problem required coordination between the attorneys, the executor in New York and the parties down here. The seller would escrow the funds needed to repair and fund the assessment. Everyone agreed on the terms and the deal was done. It was ours.
Lori proceeded to live down at LBI and Joe and I in a Homewood Suite for two months until we finished the settlement and worked on the house, remodeling almost the whole place in two months. It turned out beautifully. After September, Joe took off for Mentor, Ohio for his FHL season leaving us as empty nesters ready to thrive in our 55 and over community. We were like babies in the development. Lol. It was quiet. At eight pm you could hear a pin drop. Heaven. This would begin a new chapter in our lives. A chapter that would begin with a clean bill of health for the time being. Sure the side effects of Tasigna reminded me of the daily dose of chemotherapy I needed to administer to myself. A minor inconvenience when it comes to living, loving, and continuing my life for as long as the treatment does its job. We’ll worry about the next time when the next time comes. Now, Lori and I will settle into the quiet hamlet we’ve chosen and keep working our way towards retirement. Hopefully, things go smoothly. Looks like clear sailing.
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