The temperature continues to rise in Dallas.
You’ll notice that while the temperature is 96.2 deg., the heat index is 100 deg.!
The potential buyer from yesterday was a no-go, as you may have seen from my amendment to yesterday’s blog, but somebody else is coming at 5:00 p.m. this evening, and hope springs eternal…
Big Al and I went to the doctor this morning before it got too hot, and we both got as clean a bill of health as can be expected for a couple of old people. EKGs, and urine look good. Blood tests will be reported on soon. We both had lost a little weight, so the doctor was happy.
We also ran by the Apple store so Al could get them to show him some more advanced stuff on his iPad (he won’t believe me). While we were out we went to On the Border for lunch and got home just in time for the cleaning ladies. At least the house will be as clean as can be expected when the people come to look at it this evening.
We’re scurrying out early to Bridge because someone is coming to look at the house at 11:00. Got this e-mail from our realtor yesterday…
Hi Al and Abbie,
I still have not heard back from XXXXXXXXX. However, yesterday I got a call from
Jo Perry with Virginia Cook realtors. She is going to set up a showing tomorrow
I believe and really thinks her client may make an offer. I hesitate telling
you, because this is the third “I want to make an offer” we’ve gotten, so let’s
just wait until we get the “real deal” before celebrating.
BUT, I did want you to know what was cooking. This latest person appears in a
hurry so maybe that’s a good thing.
I’ll keep you posted.
We can but hope…
(Are y’all getting as tired of these “maybe today”s and hopeful posts as I am?)
Update this evening. The buyer didn’t want the house. Didn’t like my neighbor’s fence (as if I could do anything about that…)
Heard from the Realtor that one of the potential prospects is a no-go. 😦
We had somebody new come through and look at the house just after noon today. 🙂
Session meeting tonight. Electronic packet came on Friday. This is the first time we’ve had everything including the Docket and the Consent Agenda electronically. I’m borrowing Big Al’s iPad so I don’t have to kill a tree.
Slowly, but surely, we march forward into the 20th century.
I’m not sure I’ve said often enough how much I appreciate our pastor and head of staff, Dr. Blair Monie, at Preston Hollow Presbyterian Church.
He preached an excellent sermon on Genesis 22 – the story of Abraham and the sacrifice of Isaac. That’s generally thought of as one of the tougher texts to preach on. As he said in the sermon, Larry King says that’s why he is an atheist – because he couldn’t believe in a God who would require child sacrifice of one of his followers. I know a lot of preachers shy away from that text, because I’ve seen some of the angst around the interwebs all week when it appeared in the lectionary.
What made it even rougher was the announcement before the prayers of the people that the daughter, son-in-law, and baby grandson of one of the couples who are members of the church had been killed in an auto accident yesterday. The five-year-old grandson is in Children’s Medical Center in Dallas. I, frankly, never heard a word of the prayer – I was crying too hard.
And following all of that we had a baptism of one of the babies of the congregation. The mom carried the baby in, while the dad led two older brothers – 4 and 2 years old – by the hands.
Isn’t all this a metaphor for what we believe? That God requires everything from us, but only because God has given everything to us. They’re not cheap – these gifts that were given to us. And even though we lost a family to death, they aren’t really gone. They’re waiting for us bathed in God’s good grace.
So we can confidently repeat the Apostle’s Creed and welcome a new little life into the family of God.
(But I don’t think I could have preached on that text on the morning after those deaths. Congratulations to Blair for the sermon and for not allowing the deaths of Saturday to overshadow the Sunday joy of baptism.)
On the spur of the moment, Big Al suggested I call my brother and his wife this morning and invite them to meet us for lunch. We went to El Fenix in Louisville, and had an enjoyable couple of hours catching up with each other.
This is one of the things I may miss in Tacoma.
But I think I’ll get over it.
Still no word from the Realtor.
I’ve been doing a fair amount of writing in the Presbyterian Women Interest Group on Facebook, but I’ve neglected you, gentle readers.
The fact of the matter is, I really don’t have anything to write about. I’ve put off posting in hopes that I would have news about the house, but so far – nothing.
The realtor insists that both potential buyers are still interested, so we wait.
It’s hot as a fire cracker in Dallas – we had a cool front the last two days – that meant the highs were in the low 90s instead of the upper 90s and the lows were in the mid 70s instead of the low 80s.
Just heard from the realtor. She says she talked to one interested buyer who will be giving her a bid in the next couple of days. (His realtor is out of town, but as soon as she gets back…). The other people who have been here at least two and maybe three times and are trying to decide whether to make an offer on mine or one other is still trying to decide. Maybe the first buyer will light a fire under the second set.
I’m asking for prayers for the process, but I will settle for a witch doctor’s dance or sacrificing a goat. 7 days in a row of +100 degree weather IN JUNE is just too much.
I’ve had St. Joseph buried in the front yard for the last year, and he hasn’t done any good. If anyone has any further suggestions, I’m open.
Please Buy My House!