Home, Less

When Jane learned we were putting the house up for sale, she had one request: "Find us a friendly couple who like vegetables."

We did. Or maybe I should say that the house found them for itself.

Sale will soon be final. The very, very, very nice people who put in the bid have requested but one minor repair. No credits. No haggling. No worries about that crazy beam; they'll fix it themselves.

Adam can't believe we're so lucky. I agree, but secretly feel that such luck was due.

Sweet little house. I'm really going to miss you.

Meanwhile, my friend Eliza has offered to let me live at her place.

"Sure, I could live in your basement," I laugh.

"No! Upstairs," she says firmly. "Full citizenship."