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Measuring Moving On And Moving In

The For Sale sign came down yesterday! Now, all we have to do is watch for the moving truck and new cars to see who bought the Johnson’s house. I wonder how long it would take for it not to be known as the Johnson’s house. How long does it take for a house to shake the memories of its owners and embrace the new ones?

Mags talks to Sally every week; moving helped Sally start a new life. Sally found an office job, Carl is satisfied with his new school and they both have started to make new friends. How brave of them; it is hard to tell ahead of time if change will work out, but it seems as though Sally and Carl are resilient enough to move ahead and make new memories to add to their old ones. That’s good for Sally; a house full of memories is no good if the only one you can remember is that you lost your husband in it.

Early this morning, a platoon of trucks arrived at the Johnson’s house. Crisply dressed in white overalls, painters went in with multiple paint cans. I wonder how many colors these new people are using? There were a couple of carpenters on the front lawn using saws and lots of banging as whatever they were building was completed. I checked out the window of couple of times but couldn’t really figure out what was going on. The new owners must be having the work done before they move in so that it doesn’t affect their settling everything in place. This was major excitement to my crowd and I answered lots of calls from other women on what I thought was happening. I guess our house was closer than the others, but I was at a loss to describe the work. The workers cleaned up and left late in the afternoon; I hoped that moving in day was soon. The anticipation was getting palpable about the mysterious new neighbors.

Empty Nest

The Johnsons, just Sally and Carl now, moved about a week ago. The real estate agent started to show their house yesterday. Sally and Carl moved to her mother’s house in another part of the state. Before she left, I stopped by to wish her well and offer my condolences again. Their lives were changing drastically but Sally didn’t seem too upset. She seemed to have accepted their fate and told me that her mother was very happy to have them both come home. Sally felt sure that she could find another job there; the only down side was Carl having to change schools. Funny, I think of Steve’s and my home as home now. I stopped thinking of my parent’s home as mine when I left.

For all of us left on Calista Court, it was exciting to watch the parade of couples checking out the house. New neighbors were a chance to bring new people into our lives. Houses didn’t come up for sale often in our neighborhood and every house needed life to make it grow.

Some light rain and warmer days had started to refresh the grass and Steve was starting to prepare his lawn equipment in anticipation of the green season competition. I shouldn’t complain about the men’s mini-obsession with their lawns. I had my own little obsessions and theirs kept the neighborhood looking well-kept. I was always checking out the ladies’ magazines to see what was new so we could keep up. We could be like other homeowners and put a kidney shaped pool in the backyard. Their would be less grass to mow and the kids could learn how to swim better. We could also have some cool parties. Of course, my pearly white legs could always use some color. I hate wearing nylons in the summer and I would love to live in a world where hose weren’t required every time you put on a dress.

I wondered about how to approach Steve with my idea for a pool. They were costly and required some work; I would have to do a little more homework before presenting my case. We do go swimming at the club now, but nothing beats having that cool water right outside your back door. Of course, we would need a bigger patio also. This was getting complicated.