Seven days until Frankie’s Big Move.
If you’ve been counting you’ll notice it’s seven days and not three days due to one little word not appearing on one piece of paper of many, many, many papers to close our new house in Mobile. That’s right. The closing of our house was cancelled at the last minute because Greg’s name didn’t appear on an insurance paper that had NOTHING to do with ownership of a house.
Yes, I am in House Closing Purgatory.
Poor Frankie was the primary victim of one little word. Once we closed on the planned Friday date we would promptly run to Lowe’s and buy fence posts and cement and for an entire weekend put up Frankie’s new privacy fence. The completion of said fence would take the entire week but those all important fence posts needed the attention and dedication of four persons. Once posts are up the pickets could be completed during the week after everyone got off work.
In the mean time I would be back in Birmingham packing and preparing Frankie for the big move.
That everything would work like the Boulder, Colorado’s Atomic Clock is denying the very real existence of HouseClosingPurgatory. Closing was postponed to Monday.
So Frankie’s Fence was not going to get done in time. Four adults of which only one is a Frankie Expert try to decide on a solution.
My favorite is the one where Frankie will live in our friends’s screened porch for five to seven days.
If that idea didn’t cause you to drop to the floor and laugh your arse off then you don’t currently own or have ever owned a 100 pound sulcata tortoise.
Another idea involved putting up a temporary metal fence.
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