Years ago when I worked on a fishing boat off the coast of Drambouie we had a saying, “Don’t admire your snake before he’s molted”. It’s a provincial saying much like “Don’t set in a ‘roo’s pouch before it hops” or even the more local “Don you countin’em eggs before is conclud-ed”. What I’m trying to get at is Susan and I had another home yanked from us in the wee hours of the morn. We filled out the appropriate paperswork but t’other agent went and got the seller to sign someone else’s offer to buy e’en though he knew we had an offer*. So please ignore yesterday’s post. Tomorrow we are back at it.
The picture topside is from the condo we thought we had. This is plastic citrus fruit. Sometimes life is plastic citrus fruit – nice to look and displayed in a decorative glass container: look but don’t touch! … unless you take the display and throw it against the wall! Grrr!
I’m not bitter.
“But you, Israel, are my servant.
You’re Jacob, my first choice,
descendants of my good friend Abraham.
I pulled you in from all over the world,
called you in from every dark corner of the earth,
Telling you, ‘You’re my servant, serving on my side.
I’ve picked you. I haven’t dropped you.’
Don’t panic. I’m with you.
There’s no need to fear for I’m your God.
I’ll give you strength. I’ll help you.
I’ll hold you steady, keep a firm grip on you.
*yes, yes we know it’s devious on his part but the ‘snowbird’** realty business is not for the meek
**peeps who go South for the winter