CREATING NEW DREAMS

So - we've definitely decided to sell … or trade … our vehicles for a new vehicle.

A new life.

A new dream.

A new home.

All the {new} things need a new vehicle.

We are living a new present, and are forging a new future.

A new life that has nothing of the old in it.

But, this newness does not come easy - or cheap.

We both are learning to fully let go of the past and fully embrace the now and the near future.

'Cowboy Take Me Away' song:

(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aX4HhvWOGk)

Over the weekend, the furnace decided to go squirrely: it needed fixed (1) it was freaking cold without it, despite the space heater and fireplace (2) anyone who buys this house will expect a properly functioning furnace.

The {fix} was spendy … I will expect a new buyer to understand that the asking price we are solidly fixed on is fair, given that I have updated everything the previous owner refused to fix before Bob & I bought it. Whoever buys this house will get a smoking deal.

Given this morning's $$$ drain, the asking price is more than fair on our end. And I pray God that nothing else freaks out before we can move out.

Felton's Heating finally arrived; half an hour overdue.

Felton's Charges - I really need that high-end house listing price to come through.

I dolled up while the guys tore into the furnace - Holland and I planned on hitting car dealerships, looking for a vehicle we could reasonably and easily tow behind the motorhome. Our vehicles are listed on Craig's List … but if we can trade them both in at the same time for a reasonable trade, we'd rather buy a vehicle outright without touching the house sale $$$$$ left over after buying the motorhome. We'll be holding that money in the bank for emergency expenditures, that will surely crop up at some point, as we travel the highways and byways.

I also sent Shay a text asking that closets and drawers are off limit to the people traipsing in and out of our house; we came home after the Saturday house showings to locked closet doors in the master bedroom, and drawers that had been snooped into. NOT OKAY. There is no reason for that. The closet space can be assessed just by looking at the double-wide doors, and it's just plain rude to snoop in closed dresser drawers :-(

My left foot is still healing from adhesive wounds (apparently I am severely allergic to Band-Aid adhesive), so I'll be wearing my hiking boots quite a bit until the skin heals.

Going for colorful sparkle today.

Face on … Sparkly 'Cream' for browline; glittery 'Totally Tubular' turquoise eyeshadow; sparkly 'Navy Blue' for outer eye accent & 'liner'; Glittery 'Winner' middle eyelid accent color; Auburn Eyebrow Gel; 'Cobalt Blue' Mascara; 'Neutre Enflamme' Cream Blush, & 'Pink Quartz' Lipgloss.

What is behind closed doors (and in drawers) is private - we are still living in the house.

After the furnace was fixed, Holland and I boogied. We saw a Ford Maverick that we liked … but the sales rep said that it was not for sale because "the State bought all the vehicles on this side of the lot": 2 years ago - ALL GAS GUZZLERS! Apparently {the state; aka politicians} also prefer fuel operating vehicles over electric vehicles they are forcing down the public's throats. Another NOT OKAY moment.

We also saw a Chevy Colorado 4x, and Holland could sit in it very comfortably. It is white - we prefer red. Tomorrow we'll drive across the River, and into Portland, to see what the car lots there have to offer.