You, gentle reader, will have noticed that the lives of my darling Wife and I have been complicated recently. My Mother has laid claim to the care and feeding of my niece, in her own private version of Pygmalion. I sincerely hope that my niece gets an opportunity to avoid some of the harsh mistakes that I had to live through when I was that age. However, I feel sure that, although I didn’t appreciate it fully at the time, being forced to suffer the consequences of my actions ushered me more swiftly into maturity than any tender embrace or kind word could have done.
Not having raised anything more significant than your everyday Felius Catus to adulthood though, I fear that my experience in this field is somewhat anecdotal at best. My Mother will assure me that after having raised multiple teenagers, she is well equipped in this endeavor. I say good for her and wish her well in a noble cause. Contra spem spero.
The complication has only developed because of a collection of reasons: misconceptions, inadequate standards, teenage mood swings and hurt feelings. It pains me to no end that our presence here is causing such angst and discomfort, so I resolved to do something about it.
Ironically, literally only minutes before yesterday's blow-up I had just signed a purchase agreement on a nice house in Baton Rouge. After yesterday (and some of this morning) I had almost forgotten about it when I got a call from our realtor.
The house is in a nice neighborhood in a desirable part of the city. The house is over priced and the owner bought it at the high point of the boom market and was upside down on the mortgage. It had sat on the market for months and the price hadn't budged. I placed an offer that I thought was reasonable and fully expected it to get rejected because it gave the seller a pretty big haircut.
Imagine my surprise when my realtor called to let me know, in a very cheerful tone, that the seller had accepted my offer in principle. There are a few bugs to be ironed out, but I think we are just working on the small stuff in the deal now, not the big part... the one with all the commas and zeros in it.
I don't want to jinx it, but we just might be getting out of here soon. I just hope Dixie can accept my apologies for it taking so long for us to get back on our feet. I will be forever indebted to her for everything she has done for us and we would not have made it this far without her. I only hope that all the bruised egos and hurt feelings will mend in time.
This is the very last that Ann or I will have to say on the matter here.