"A word fitly spoken and in due season is like apples of gold in settings of silver." ... Proverbs 25:11
Gah! Yesterday ol' Debra was perturbed. Majorly.
I mean, Cher called and although the couple selling Hobbit Cottage only came down a bit more in their price, we went ahead and accepted. And I was so excited.
Then good ol' Tom calls me over to the computer where he proceeds to show me a nearly-perfect Sears Catalog House from the 1920's (do you know how long I've dreamed about those?) in the neighborhood of that 'Windy Poplars house' I showed you. It had an extra bedroom, a larger garage and more square footage.
Good grief. How did we miss that one amongst all the hundreds online? It's been for sale 85 days and the front of it is gorgeous. Just gorgeous, and very updated inside and out. And ok--it would take an extra $10,000 to get it, but Tom could (willingly, even) sell his investment guitars and amps, his tractor and we could gather bits and pieces of the remainder from here and there. It would be doable.
Oh my. I was so upset with him for showing that to me. Why was he still even looking for a house anyway? (Technically, he'd found another similar deal three days ago, also.) All he accomplished was to sow tiny black seeds of discontentment within both of us, replacing excitement with doubt, even though--again--we were veering from The Original Plan: find a simpler house for a simpler life.
Boy, was I miffed at him. Beyond miffed. Super-ultra miffed.
Well, we traveled to a nearby town to meet with Cher to sign papers and Cher looked so nice--she'd gone boating with her son's family on Monday and was wearing a lovely color which showed off her new tan. But did I tell her she looked nice? No, I was too miffed. So we just signed papers, talked a few minutes, then Tom and I took a lovely country drive on our way home and I calmed down. Forgave him. About 90 percent, anyway. heh.
When we arrived home I sent an email to Cher apologizing for not saying she looked so great and explaining a bit why I was in such a mood. Soon, an email arrived back from Cher and oh, the wisdom!:
"Hi Debra - Thanks so much for the sweet compliment! Please don't second guess your decision - it is a natural reaction for almost every home buyer. When those thoughts creep in, remind yourself how many homes we thought were perfect online, only to discover the opposite once we got inside. This home is way out of the price range you wanted to stay in, and still has 2 very small bedrooms on the first floor - room enough for barely a single bed ( closet bedroom?? ) and the same set-up on the second floor as the one you purchased. So remember, they are all meant to look perfect in the photos....(remember the magic of the realtors' cameras?). So relax, and plan your decorating in Hobbit Cottage."
Remember how often I've spoken about the importance of words? Well, there's a prime example, for--after reading Cher's words--Tom and I felt a thousand times better. Truly better.
We're back to being excited about Hobbit Cottage.
And now let that be a lesson in contentment to all of us. :)
Oh! Nearly forgot. Bachelor Mother has finally been released on DVD! It's about time--what a fun, classic Christmas movie. Check it out here.
"Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and they who indulge in it shall eat the fruit of it [for death or life]."
"Not that I am implying that I was in any personal want, for I have learned how to be content (satisfied to the point where I am not disturbed or disquieted) in whatever state I am."