Buying and Selling

C004A3A3-7663-4CE4-AA07-F7FEA4299F1EYou may remember in this post from December 19th I wrote, “…there’s a lot going on in my life right now. Some of it good. Some of it exciting. And, unfortunately, some of it not very good at all.” The “good” was that my wife and I are going to be grandparents. The “not very good” was that I would be having ear surgery around the end of the year. This post is about the “exciting.”

Our son and daughter-in-law both work and they have asked us, as well as our DIL’s parents, to help out with childcare after the baby is born. DIL’s parents live pretty close to where our son and his wife live, which is on the “East Bay.” But we live about 35 miles to the west, in San Francisco. And because we have to cross the San Francisco/Oakland Bay Bridge, which is always jam-packed with traffic, it’s an onerous drive that typically takes us about 90 minutes each way.

So, we decided — okay, my wife decided — that we needed to sell our house in San Francisco and buy a new one on the East Bay. And we did! Well, we bought one on the East Bay and we will putting our San Francisco house on the market soon.

Our new place will be only 10 miles south of where our son lives — about a 15 to 25 minute drive. And with no damn bridge to cross to get there and back.

Living in the ‘burbs will be a whole lifestyle change for us. Where we live now in the city, we can walk to shops, restaurants, entertainment, or we can catch one of a number of buses if it’s a little too far to walk. We hardly drive our car anymore (except when we go visit our son and his wife).

Once we move, though, we’ll be car-dependent, as our new house is located a little over two miles from the “downtown” section of the town. Not walking distance to shops or restaurants. But we may buy a couple of electric bicycles so that, rather than always having to drive into town, we can bike without exhausting ourselves riding up and down the hilly terrain. Fun times ahead, huh?

Why am I telling you this? Because, it’s all happening very quickly. We have the final walkthrough of our new place next week and the closing the week after that. And we’ll be physically moving in early February. Between now and then we have a ton of work we need to do. We need to get our current house ready to be put on the market. We need to pack up all of our belongings, arrange for movers, get stuff we’ll need before we can move into the new place. It’s going to be hectic and time consuming.

Bottom line, I’ll be a bit less prolific on WordPress for the next month or so. I will still post my daily FOWC with Fandango prompts because I can schedule them weeks in advance.  But I’m not sure if I’ll be able to participate in too many other daily or weekly prompts or to keep up with all of your posts, as my days will mostly be taken up with move related tasks. I’ll do my best to respond to your comments on my posts, which should be easier for me to do because I won’t be posting as much as I usually do. And I’ll read as many of your posts as I can.

Anyway, this is just a heads up that for a while, anyway, you won’t be seeing as much of me as you’ve seen in the past. But once we’re settled into our new place, I plan to come roaring back.

Twittering Tales — Hither And Yon

F29A117A-9372-4CA7-90A7-E0A579F71E19Hither and yon, he thought to himself as he looked down at the myriad tracks from his perch on the bridge.

Where is hither and where is yon, he wondered.

What might he find if he goes? Will hither and yon be different than here and now? Or will it be the same thing somewhere else?

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Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: MarkusmitK at pixabay.com.

Friday Fictioneers — Guilt Trip

694B803F-F277-496A-B4E4-7C02AF7F48A9It was supposed to be a simple matter. Kidnap a little rich girl, collect the large ransom, and let her go. No harm done. A happy ending for all. He’d have money, a mere a drop in the bucket for her wealthy parents, and the girl would be back safe at home.

But the scared little girl ran from him, fell off a bridge, and broke her neck. He buried her under the bridge, put rocks on the top of the small grave, and then, unable to cope with his guilt, drowned himself in the shallow stream beneath the bridge.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

100WW — Swimming Upstream

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“Is it always like this?” Amanda asked her boyfriend, Josh.

“Pretty much,” Josh said. “The drama class, one of the most popular classes on campus, meets in the theater arts building on the other side of this bridge. That class lets out about ten minutes before my practice begins, so I end up doing this salmon swimming upstream thing every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.”

“Are you ever late for practice because of all of these students blocking your way?” Amanda asked.

“No,” Josh said, “They’re drama students, not members of the wrestling team like me. They clear a path for me.”

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Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt.

100WW — Mesmerizing

img_1619“It’s mesmerizing,” Gail said.

We were sitting in the back seat of my friend’s ‘57 Chevy Bel Air convertible, the top down as we headed across the Bay Bridge to Ocean City. Traffic was backed up for miles, as it often was on summer weekends, and the car was moving at barely five MPH.

I turned towards Gail to see what she was talking about and saw her looking up at the bridge structure overhead. As we passed slowly underneath, it was, indeed, mesmerizing.

I asked her to pass me the joint and took a deep hit. “Far out,” I said.

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Written for Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday photo prompt.