Homeless

Well, the truth is that we have a better deal than any homeless person I've ever met (and yes, there have been several). While we no longer own our own house, there are a number of upsides. We have our wits yet (most of them anyway), neither of us has any degenerative disease, family and friends love us (most of the time) and we're currently squatting (we're calling it "house-sitting") in a house that is larger than ours was. It's half an hour north of Ann Arbor in a little town called Milford. Karen grew up in this house. Which is weird for her in its own right.

There is a hot tub.

There is a (real woodburning) fireplace.

We have essentially no expenses.

We got a big check at the end of the selling ordeal. Well, in truth, the check was normal "check-size". But there were more letters and numbers strung together on the "amount" line than I'm accustomed to.

This is what we call "counting our blessings". :-)

I'll be back soon with more pictures. I will be resuming our travelogue when I can get to a place that allows me to access broadband. :-)