I woke up to Sally’s cheery ‘good morning!’  “You’ll never guess the good news.”

“You are going to stop being so cheery and let me go back to sleep?”

“No, silly.  The water is flowing!  I just filled up the cistern and came to tell you!”

Normally, the second coming of Christ would be insufficient to make me want to get up out of bed early.  And, even then, I’d still be groggy and grouchy.  But, I confess that the water flowing again instantly made me happy.  ‘Woo hoo!’

Turns out we were right.  Who woulda thunk it?  The pipe must have been blocked by ice and the water pressure eventually pushed it through and voila!  Oooh, I love it when things work logically.  It is so rare.

Sadly, we cannot enjoy the water that returned.   ‘Sally and David have left the building.’ We had to leave for the city again.  We are in Vancouver as I write this.  Exhausted after simply getting here.

Two days later:  Working is the pits!  I mean, I kinda like it in the sense that I like traveling.  There is really a lot of discomfort and hardship with a few bright moments  infrequently experienced to ward off surrendering and going home. So, we grind it out.  But, basically, it is a slog.  So, it is not the traveling so much as the memories (selective, of course) that one takes away from the trip. 

And, for me, that is how I describe working again.  Each day is a drag save for a few minutes now and then but, in the end, if we win, the whole effort will become ‘golden’. 

Yesterday we saw the brass ring but missed it.  We ‘almost’ made something happen – but didn’t.  Then, at the next meeting, I swung and missed completely.  It feels like being at bat and swinging for the fences only to have the ball fly foul or worse, the second pitch go in for a strike.  I am feeling 0 for two.  Oh well, at least we ‘got a piece of it’.

The really interesting thing is that we are negotiating aspects of the property for selling it.  Selling price, selling conditions, managing it in the meantime, holding it, dismantling part of it and all that such activities entail.  But the more I get in to this, the more valuable the property gets (to my way of thinking).  Here we are trying to make something happen that, if another person owned it, they would not want at all and would, instead, ‘work’ the property.  This is one of those times the buyers should be salivating.

But the financial mood is cautious if not fearful.  And if it is neither of those, the buyer takes that position anyway thinking it is a good ‘front’ to present.  So, our efforts are, at this moment, met with resistance.  ‘Course, if it was easy, everyone would be doing this.

Which would be fine by me.  We have running water.  I wanna go home.