I feel like writing… I have a lot of things to say… the only problem is… ideas are popping around in my head like pin balls… and they are just as elusive… here… there… gone.
Sometimes… writing itself will slow the ideas down… to the pace of the page. This week… not so much.
Bertha… says it’s because I’m making them too significant… says that I’m treating each idea… each potential blog… as if it will change the world… mine and yours. She also says… to say what I would say… if you came over for a visit… and we were just chatting… over iced tea… and maybe a plate of chocolate chip cookies.
Hmmm… what would I say then?
I’d tell you that I’m moving. I’d tell you that it’s bittersweet… I love my tiny house… and yet I know… it’s time to go… and I love the new house. Well… actually it’s an old house… built in 1891.
I’d tell you that I learned a new lesson about credit scores… they go away when you haven’t had anything reported in three months. That’s right… 67 years of credit disappears… if you have paid off your car and house… and aren’t using a credit card. I’d tell you that bad credit is better than no credit when it comes to getting a mortgage. I’d tell you that there was a work around with my local bank… and that it all worked out.
I’d tell you that I’m looking forward to having a bathtub… and more reliable internet… to soaking and doing zoom calls… maybe at the same time. And we’d laugh a little… because… well… because that’s just ridiculous.
Then… I’d pour us another glass of tea… and add another lemon… and ask about your grands. And… you’d tell me about soccer… and beauty pageants… and first steps… and first dates.
Maybe… we’d reminisce about the good old days… when only burglars wore masks… and our waists were smaller… and hairdryers looked like bonnets and took a long time to dry our hair.
Then… you’d get up to leave… and you’d say it was a shame that people who don’t owe anyone… and have money in the bank… have a harder time borrowing money than those to owe everyone and only pay the minimum each month… and that you’re glad it worked out… and you’d promise to visit once I move. And I’d know you’d bring a fern as a house warming gift.
We’d hug…and… I’d realize that I’d said all I had to say.
Bertha… just smiled… she knew it wasn’t difficult… it just took some settling down… and a glass of sweet tea.
Jane
