My enlightened thought came out of the blue. How about if he rented the upstairs of the big house instead and I could move back home. My heart lept for joy. I do so much want to move back to my little farm house, but finding a person I could trust with the fine furnishings that I must leave in the big house for now was the problme. Charlie does not smoke and is respectful. Perfect.
I phoned him and ran the idea by him. He stopped in today to talk more about the house. He does watch tv and there has not been tv installed since I moved here. I am quite sure the previous owners had it though, because the sattlite dish is still on the house. Charlie said if he could get an internet and tv package at a reasonalbe rate he would be very interested. My fingers are crossed that he will be amenable to the idea. I can leave all that we moved over in the lower floor and work at selling it slowly, while living in my little house and having a little help with the costs. Winter is brutal with the utilitites going up to over $500 some cold months. I still have to get a job as a substitute teacher to live comfortably and not worry about where the next dollar is coming from.
I had been visualizing living in the little house. I had been thinking about it a lot. I needed to make it happen. I do not take the credit for the idea. It may have been slipped to me by an angel, but however it arrived, my fingers are crossed about going home again. Keep yours crossed for me too please. Will you?