Uncertainty

As P. so rightly says, “You never know what you’re going to wake up to in the morning.”

This morning, it was much less snow than was hyperactively predicted. I admit I was hoping for the five to seven inches of sleet and snow and a subsequent cancellation of my Satuday morning class. When I woke at 7:00 am and heard cars whooshing down the street, I knew the pavement was just wet and that the storm had not occurred.

There’s also a For-Sale sign in the front yard.

I knew in advance that the sign was going up. Still, it made my heart sink a little to see it there between the walk and the drive. The downstairs apartment has been empty for almost a month and the landlady has decided to try to sell the house. She has asked that any new owners give me 60 days notice of any changes to my lease agreement (or if they want to convert the house back into a single-family home), but I don’t know how much legal water that holds.

I really wasn’t planning on moving this year. I would be sad to have to leave this place, with its odd angles, tall windows, big bathtub, and garden out back. I would be really extra sad if I had to leave Chelsea. But nothing’s happened yet, and I can handle a move if I needed to go. I just hope I get to see the hundred bulbs P. and I planted in October bloom this spring.