When a university offered my lovely bride a teaching job in another state back in February, we should have put our house on the market. But that would have made too much sense.
When I learned, a few months later, that the same university would be offering me a teaching position at the same college, we should have planted a for-sale sign in our front yard. But that would have been too practical.
As it is, we are now in day 321 of looking for a new house in Searcy, trying to sell our house in Mississippi, and caring for Coco, our sick Chihuahua with heartworms.
Coco starts his heartworm treatment tomorrow. He will be quarantined to his cage for a few months.
I’ve thought about the wisdom of putting our house for sale in a timely manner. There are, however, a few joys I would have missed out on if we had sold it too quickly:
First, I would have missed out on discovering the dried lizard after prying the panel off the front of the whirlpool bathtub because the faucet was broken and wouldn’t turn off. – A lizard frozen in time! (my sister would be sad because she has an affection for lizards)
Secondly, I would have missed the burn mark that the original plumber left on a 2×4 under the same bathtub where he came close to burning down the house. I suspect that he is the lizard killer, but I can’t prove it.
Coco is just glad to be anywhere.

