The House has Sold!
Glory be!
No longer do I have to spend two hours in the morning cleaning an already clean house, only to find that my children have started, but not finished, an elaborate art project in the middle of the office floor.
With glue. Lots of glue. Bright, white ElmersŪ glue, in long streamers. A veritable spider’s web of glue.
And glitter. Gleaming, sparkling flakes of gold and red and silver. What ever prompted me to buy glitter in one quart containers? Whole elfin kingdoms have been pillaged of their fairy dust, which now lies in dunes upon the floor. I hope the next residents like glitter, for the cracks between the floor boards are stuffed with it.
A wonderful couple, they drove all night from Fresno, California, having seen our house advertised on the internet. They spent two hours here, only to turn around and drive back.
They’re expecting. Not my busniess to know when, but maybe I don’t have to be so vigilant about excavating each and every last flake of fairy gold. For soon they, too, will have their own master of disaster and deserts of glitter.