Alea iacta es

Looks like I am officially homeless in 24 days.  The house is sold.  Unconditional.

I have, naturally enough, mixed feelings on the subject, given it was not my decision to sell.  However, I can see an upside.   There is a certain freedom coming up.  Once I have seen my daughters settled for the coming year, I am as free as it is possible to be.  That has to be a good thing.

Today must be a day for encouraging news.  This morning I was invited to a job interview in New Plymouth.  I am looking forward to a third positive omen before sunset.



About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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