You may or may not have noticed that I have been a bit distracted from blogging in recent weeks. I’m just not on top of my game. Although I’m usually hovering alongside my game, I feel as if I’ve been dropping behind and I have an excuse.
I’m fairly good with excuses and most often they are so far-fetched that they invoke one of two responses – people actually believe me because they doubt the depth of my imagination, or they just laugh and hesitently accept my outlandish attempt to excuse my mistake or indiscretion.
I once called in to work to alert them I’d be late, perhaps an hour late. My reason?
I knew you’d ask.
The doorknob on my front door fell out. Not the inside part of the doorknob, but the outside. I couldn’t get out of my apartment until someone came along and put the doorknob back into it’s hole. Ridiculous?
Ya, I know it…don’t say it.
The truth is that sometimes life just happens to the best of us. It can’t be helped.
Today’s excuse is pure truth. I’m moving next month.
Before you start spreading rumors, I’m taking my husband, kids, and even the dog along. This is not a solo flight. The FringeFamily is relocating. You know that house that was for sale in your neighborhood…
Just kidding, we’re staying in NY; however, we are relocating upstate, up where the snow is deep and the traffic is light. We close on our new home next Tuesday. My family laughed when I told them we were buying a house. We have a history of purchasing homes that don’t include electricity, running water, or toilets. Our houses usually take blood, sweat, and tears (not necessarily in that order) to make them livable dwellings. This time is different. We’re actually purchasing a home we can move right into.
I hope that’s not a sign of old age.
So this week I will take a day or two to reflect on previous homes. I’ll show you pictures that will make you glad you don’t live on the Fringe. They are guaranteed to make you love your spouse more, enjoy cooking in your kitchen, and thank God for the roof above your head, leaky or not.
This week I will introduce you to the ghost of houses past, but some things are better saved for tomorrow.