Change

I had a dream last night. I can't decide if it was a nightmare or not. It caused me stress. I drempt Tom had given our house back to the bank. It is still worth more than we owe on the mortgage. But why bother with the hastle of selling it ourselves. Having to keep it clean all the time and in perfect show condition. That has some value also in bother.

He brings us home to a new house. Its a fixer, but I am not sure I like it. It has step downs and stairs everywhere. t I am clumsy, I hate step downs. My next house is going to have everything on the main floor so we can grow old in it, all the way to wheel chairs and walkers. My dad taught me that. The house is dirty. The back yard has a pool and hot tub for the boys, but it is filthy. Tom is getting mad because I am not jumping up and down with glee over his choice. Its a fixer, I always say I want a fixer.

He tells me he payed cash and we don't have a mortgage any more. I start remodeling in my mind. I will rip out the carpet on the stairs, even move the stairs with this kind of cash flow. I envision paint colors. I go look for a phone book to call a pool cleaning service. But Tom is still mad at me for not being excited at first. I am still not thrilled with the steps everywhere, but I am also trying to figure out how I can cheaply raise the floors to one level.

Life is not perfect. You take what you get and make the best of it.