All the news not fit for print

Boy, I never wanted this to be a blog where I was giving out real-time, blow-by-blow updates of my life. Quality over quantity was the goal. It was (and is) principally about the writing. But as Geoff just reminded me with his concerned comment in the last post, a blog is different from other kinds of writing. A blog isn't just about the blogger; it's about the community that gathers around it, and becomes invested in it. It's still about the writing, but now it's also about you.

I know that many of you have been checking back repeatedly for an update. I wish I had good news to tell you. The deal is dead. We have one creditor whose own legal department is preventing them from getting paid off in full (they mishandled our line of credit, causing it to become delinquent; they admit the error in writing, but won't revoke the delinquent status). We are pursuing one slim avenue of last resort before calling the realtor. I doubt we will get any answers this week in light of the Thanksgiving holiday. I don't know what else to say. I'm tired of writing about money. I resent it taking up this much of my energy. I am weepy and exhausted and I'm flat out of nuggets of spiritual truth and gratitude and other variations on "that which does not kill us."

But the dining room excavation is going very well.