Time Keeps on Ticking, Ticking...

Things are going pretty well with the prospective buyers for my Dad's house. They have 5 kids and love the 2 acres of land for them to play in. They had their contractor take a look at the place and he is putting together rough estimates on what it would take for them to expand the house out to accomodate their needs. Having looked at a huge 5 bedroom place (that was only on a quarter acre), they still would rather build out with the yard than buy new and bigger. They have been to the house several times with the whole family and brought the mother as well to look. They are getting excited and so are we. We should know something concrete this week.

Although it's great that we will be able to move on, it's still hard. There were so many memories from our childhood growing up....

- like the time I fell out of our big weeping willow tree onto my back and now my right buttock and calf are smaller because of a pinched nerve and muscular degeneration...

- like the time we were playing hide and seek at dusk and I ran into a barbed wire fence and split my eye open...

- like the time that I was riding my motorcycle and the handle bar got caught on the overhead chain system for our dog and he flew in the air 30 feet (but wasn't harmed, somehow (don't start calling me, PITA)...

- like the time I climbed up on top of the swingset and dropped a hammer on my brother's head below

Good times.... (especially the last one)