What? No poem? Not today, nor perhaps many days to come. We have just bought a house across the Bay in Walnut Creek! And we are fluffing up and spit-shining our home of the last 30 years within an inch of its three-story life. Tales of relationship train wrecks, Ann’s shot-out-of-hell approach to house-finding, terrible trampling on toes, owing your soul and our time-frame to the contractor, friends who feel like we’re breaking up with them, hiring the “We Lift Heavy Things” people, getting there, being there, strangers-in-a-strange-land and other great adventures have already begun to fall on us like fat rain drops in a thunder storm. So follow along if you like…more to come.
