For Thanksgiving, I had this whole, long post full of emotional drivel. Then, my wife sent me a picture from her cell phone. And bang! Right there, I had my Thanksgiving post. (Yeah, a couple days early, I know. Tough turkeys. 😉 )
One thing you need to know. Before we bought the house we’re in right now, we rented a trailer. Yep – white trash central, at the corner of Redneck Road and Hick Highway. It wasn’t in the best shape when we moved in. The windows leaked water, the doors didn’t close tight, and there was a rotten hole in the living room. But pickings were mighty slim, and money slimmer, so we took the place. I got the windows so they didn’t leak water OR air, we patched the floor hole, sealed up the doors, and were prepared to do a “life lease” on the property, where we’d own the place until we moved or died, whereupon our landlord would take the property back. But the old fart didn’t want to anything like that, so we moved. That was about five years ago.
You see theflat spot just off the road, pretty much dead center of the photo? That’s where the trailer was. See the pile of pink insulation behind (and downhill of) the flat spot? That’s the trailer. Or what’s left of it. Not sure what the story is, I’ll get the details when my wife gets home after work tonight, but needless to say, our former home is … well … former.
So this Thanksgiving, I’m thankful that an ornery old fart wouldn’t accept our offer for what is now scrap. And I am VERY thankful I live in a house that is NOT mobile. Or former. Or two-dimensional.
So Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers. Go stuff yourself with turkey and enjoy the time with family and friends. To my readers from other countries, have yourselves a good week and, if you have them, good luck with the sales.
And be thankful your roof isn’t now your floor – or sub-basement – or recyclables. 😀