Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Sneaking Away to Cabo
So we still have not sold our house. We don’t even have an offer on it, although the lovely buyers who looked at it a couple of weeks ago have assured us they will be making an offer soon. Soon appears to be relative. Meanwhile, we have seen a house we might like to buy and did approach the sellers. But we can’t move forward to buy until we move forward to sell. Meanwhile, I have just come off four months of grinding and relentless work, writing far more grants at one time than I have ever done before. It just seemed like a good idea at the time to take the work and make the money. I know I need a break when I am writing grants in my dreams. Negotiating house deals in my dreams. Moving walls, signing contracts, filling in forms, figuring out budgets in my sleep. OK, enough already. On Saturday, Ron and I are sneaking off to Cabo San Lucas for 5 days and 4 nights to celebrate the 30th anniversary of when we met. Sneaking because if the buyers find out we went to Cabo; or the sellers of the house we might buy find out; they’ll think we’re rich and won’t negotiate a price that works for us. How would they know that we have not gone out of the country in about 25 years. Have not taken a vacation to an exotic place together, just us, well, not ever. My 24-year-old daughter asked me, “What are you guys going to do in Cabo?” I guess she thinks we’re too old for sex or romance, too old to go dancing, too old for night life and long walks on the beach, and exotic drinks with little umbrellas in them, and…. Let me at it! On Sunday night, Ron said, “This is going to be the longest week.” When I turned my light out to go to sleep, I realized I forgot to start the dishwasher. I turned the light back on. Ron muttered, “Is it morning already?” I answered, “Hey, it’s Friday.” I’m there.