I am hoping to make good use of the time left here. That  rocks back and forth between just chillin’ out and trying to get something accomplished.  Still looking for a place to call my own, whether here or north of San Antonio. Always said I did not want to be this close to the water again with the hurricane potential but have come to the conclusion not to let that interfere with any decision making I am doing.  Have looked at a few properties last week and hope to look at a few more before I go back.

Also played with the pastels a little bit this trip. Need a place to set things up and leave it up. I find I do better when I can walk away and return to view it later instead of always having to pack it all up.

Things will work out, one way or another. As my Dad use to say about traffic, “if you wait long enough, your chance to move will come along so don’t get impatient”.

I had mixed feelings about the house. It was built almost  100 years ago by my great grand-dad. It is bracketed by the hospital on one side and Friendship Terrace on the other. Both had expressed interest in the property and my fear was one or the other trying for eminent domain as that would most likely mean they would tear down the house.

Before I left in ’08 a couple wanted to purchase it but had to sell their acreage and that just wasn’t happening.  After it was put on the market last October the Real Estate Agent called to tell me he had shown it a few times, including the above mentioned entities. My feelings were still mixed about it all.

Last Friday I finally admitted, outloud, to a friend that I was ready to “let go”. Whatever happened was OK, even if it meant someone would tear it down.

Five days later received a call from the real estate agent that he had an offer to fax to me, and low and behold, it was from the original couple who wanted the house! It seems they had a good, pre-approved buyer for their property. The wife of the couple who want it is the one who told me in ’08  “if we get this house I promise you the wonderful wood work and beams will never be painted”.  Sometimes all it takes is letting go.

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Once again, if possible, be a patient’s advocate if they cannot do it for themselves. My daughter had been through so much when her in-laws died. In fact, her MIL died the day before her grandmother (my Mom)  did last year and now to lose her Dad so soon.  One just never knows what’s around the corner.

My ex-husband lives in San Antonio also. He has always been fairly healthy and had last seen the inside of a hospital about 45 years ago. There was a sudden onset of extremely low platelet count and he did not respond to the first line treatments so a couple of weeks ago they removed his spleen. He did not respond to that at the time. He did go home and received two antibody D treatments but had a bad reaction to them and ended up back in the hospital. Now, with what seems to be a lack of preventive care (no PT or breathing treatments) he ended up with pneumonia and on a ventilator. You just must be an advocate for family and friends in the hospital. My daughter has spent way too much time in the hospital over the years with her in-laws and knows what to watch for and ask for and certainly tried in this case. One of the boys and his wife are flying in today. It will be nice to see them but wish it wasn’t under these circumstances. My ex has remarried and she has taken a leave of absence from work to stay with him which is a good thing.

I am finally going to get to take a granddaughter fishing if nothing goes wrong this time. I am ready. Just hope she doesn’t get too bored but will bring her back to San Antonio when she does. They are due in next Friday and she and I will leave on Saturday for the coast. 

Finally found a place for the reunion now to get it reserved.  Tried to call yesterday but no luck.

The final fiduciary tax papers are in and need to be gone over and then sent off. Should be the last of that paperwork. Trying to make marketing decisions on grain is worrisome. I know now why farmers can have sleepless nights.

The other possible fun summer thing is maybe registering for a fishing tournament at Port Aransas in July.

No wonder I can’t find time for a trip back to Nebraska!