Cliff and I both picked up our new glasses this morning; I was long overdue for new ones. Superglue was holding my old ones together. Oh, and I can see much better now! It had been at least five years since I got my others.
After leaving Gerry Optical, we headed toward Kansas City to look at more "manufactured housing". I don't care what they call them, I call them mobile homes.
This time we hit pay dirt: We found a nice, single-wide, very clean used one we both loved, for about half the price of a new one. No, we didn't put money down on it. But we're both excited that we aren't going to have to go as deeply in debt as we feared. This was the first place we've found that has decent, not-too-old used mobile... er, uh, I mean manufactured housing.
Why would I be so excited about living in a trailer house? Hey, I could use my microwave and make coffee at the same time without the electricity going off. I'd have air conditioning. Everything would be on one level. I'll be the happiest "trailer trash" woman you've ever seen. Oh, and I have lived in manufactured housing before. Twice.
I'm mad at myself that I didn't take pictures, but I'll learn, before this search is over.
This was supposed to be a horrible day weatherwise. It reminds me of a time when my grandson was three years old and visiting here. I looked out the window and said, "Hey, it wasn't supposed to rain today." And Arick said, "I guess God shanged His mind."
Speaking of Arick, he officially moved out today. I'm very thankful for the past months he spent with us. I think he learned some things that will last him throughout his life. I believe we all made pleasant memories, too.