So, after that last blog entry, I couldn’t much bring myself to write another until some amazing real estate event occurred.

I guess you might say that such an event has now happened.  It appears that our house will close in two months, as we are now under agreement.  And  I am happy for the purchasing family, as they have gotten the very deal of the century.  I hope they will be happy there, as we certainly were.  The neighbors are the real treat there, and this family does not yet know what a marvellous community they have fallen in to.    They think they are buying a house, but they are actually getting a whole new family.   People we love.

And I am thankful it’s  going to be someone’s home.  It was such a nice home for us.

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Every day, or almost every day, I find myself at a traffic light, or a toll booth, or in the frozen food section, or the paint store,  or the emergency room or on  a long remote island with no internet connection, or a Civil War Battle field, or pulling more and more weeds from  the garden, or maybe in my attic throwing everything we ever collected away…..
and I am very often composing a blog post in my mind.    So, I am really a very active blogger, in my own cosmic and ineffectual way.

I would like to come back and blog here for a while.     But I’ve been gone so long that I have  to make myself a new bloggy  path  now, as the way is all covered over with dead undergrowth.    I think that I would like to explain some of  what’s been happening, but it will take  more than one day.   Or more than one post.

Here is the beginning……  We were making some big decisions hereabouts.   Well, we were actually all done deciding a couple of months ago.   But once we stopped quietly weighing options and looking to see which way we should turn, then it got crazy busy, and no time to write even a grocery list.

(It was so busy and I was so tired and sort of unravelled   that,   just to give you an idea,  on Easter morning, I found myself all dressed and ready to go, and as I checked the mirror …one last time…. I noticed that my dress was    i.n.s.i.d.e.   o.u.t.      Appalling!!!!!)

But, I digress.

What was decided was that we are moving back to the  U.S.A.   (woohooo)
And that we are going to do it in typical Ween style, which demands that we move clear across the continent, for the third time.   We move across the continent every seven years.    I have written the blog post on that very topic, in my mind, several times.     And now, in 2011,  we are moving to Spokane, Washington……and I would really love it if this was the last move of my life.

So, there has been no small flurry of activity here.
This family of mine has done the most astonishing job of decluttering and organizing I have ever witnessed.
We began a year ago, and have gotten our home into such a delightful state of organization and tidyness, that most people think they are in the wrong house when they visit.
Once we were tidy,  we put our house on the market to sell.
And, wonder of all, so did six other people in our small little villagey/ neighborhood.   I have never seen so many “For Sale” signs all clustered together, unless they were stacked behind a Century 21 office.    I have had people stop in front of my house (as I am pulling weeds) to ask me “Why is everybody moving out….are they putting a nuclear waste dump in the area?”    And the answer to that question is that in the flukiest sort of way, a whole mess of us have to all move at the same time.  It’s really just coincidence……or God.

So we are just all excited.   Because we know this is how God does really amazing things.  First, you need a bit of pressure, like a famine or a siege or a time crunch (we have that), and then you need something like a giant or a giant army or a glut of houses for sale all jammed up together to make it all look impossible (we also have that), and then you need to look for how God has worked before, pray for Him to work the same way today, and then grab a seat and wait for the amazing thing to happen.

So, keep your eyes peeled, something is about to happen.   We have six weeks before we need to leave.  Either we sell this house and all move west as a family, or we do not sell and Jon goes ahead without the other seven of us.

I know what I’m praying for.    And I am waiting in great expectation for something really amazing to happen.

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