We signed a contract for our house at the asking price this evening. It's the couple that we had the contingency contract with. They want to close on June 25 and have us out of the house by June 28 as they have 2 people who are interested in doing a rent-to-own on their house - and probably (we're assuming) the renters want to move in July 1. It's sad because we signed the contract - and the reality is hitting me that I'm not going to have this house anymore. Of course I shed some tears on the way home from work and on the way over to Capps Tavern in Leroy where we have chicken salad on Tuesday with friends - but this is good! The pieces are starting to come together for us to leave this fall. Cross our fingers now. We're going to wait to see how the inspection goes - is for a FHA loan - so hoping that they won't want us to put a new roof on the house - even though this roof is fine or have us do any other work to the house. Lynn, our Realtor, says that hopefully we'll know by next Thursday the results of the inspection. We also have to have the appraiser appraise the house at the price of the loan - so we're not out of the woods yet - though she think that it will meet the loan price.
Phil has been busy working on making an insert out of Cherry and luan to go into the dock box so that I can put my work clothes there while we move on to Changes - which will be as early in June as we can. Here is a picture taken inside his shop. He's a fast worker as we were just talking about it this weekend. (He wants me to get onto the boat soon you see) :)
I love it - at the top I have a hanger to hang the shirts, pants, and skirts. Then he made slides out of cherry wood for the baskets to slide on - rounding the front edges so the baskets don't catch. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with the vertical area, but sure that we'll find something to put in there.Now both Phil and I are feeling stressed with having to get everything out of the house. We already know of a couple teenage boys that don't have job that may be willing to help with the heavy lifting. We're trying to decide if we rent a storage unit tomorrow - or wait until next Thursday. We're probably going to wait. Do we go to Ashtabula for the weekend, or stay home and start clearing out the house? I'm also in my online Health Promotion and Rehab Nursing Class that ends June 20- still have my project to finish up and 2 more tests - my sister Robin and her husband Paul are leaving tomorrow (Happy Birthday Robin!) to drive to St. Louis to visit his family, then to a few places in Ohio to end up in Cleveland. I'm going to visit my daughter, Rachel, June 11-14. Plus I have started my new job. The next few weeks will be busy and stressful, but then we'll be able to relax more - living on Changes. It will be great to have work 3 miles away. Just think how much gas money I'll be able to save!
So I hope to have more to post soon.
Oh and here are the pictures that go with the last post. We had supper that Phil cooked on Changes and our dock neighbor took this picture. Fried potatoes, boneless chicken thighs and broccoli.
We went sailing Thursday, May 20 and the first picture is on the river - me in short sleeves.
The 2nd picture is me with the polypro fleece and wind breaker - out on the lake.
The last is me covered up with a quilt - as it got colder still as the sun was starting to go down in the sky. The auto pilot is steering - and we're relaxing with the required sun downer wine. Like my pink glass that is for girls? Yellow is for boys don't you know. 
BTW, the quilt is made up of flannel fabric that I used to make pajamas for my kids. We had a tradition that I made pajamas for them every year and they opened them Christmas Eve. Once we moved to Chardon and I started working as a nurse again - I didn't have time to make them pajamas - but instead bought them. This quilt is older - tied instead of quilted and is starting to fall apart - but I love the feel of it and is nice to have on the boat - just for this use and it brings back the good memories of their Christmas pajamas through the years.
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