The adventure came long distance today. The realtors were at our house taking pictures in preparation for staging the sale. By next week the house will be on the market. We arranged for the movers, the cleaners, and a locksmith to re-key the place. If that's not a recipe for adventure, I don't know what is. Hopefully, a buyer will come along with a bucket full of cash, and maybe someone will sign on the dotted line before we get home. Who knows? Houses in our neighborhood don't usually last too long. Our realtors said three sales have been made in our area recently. One home sold in four days; another in a week; and a third in two. Time will tell. Regardless, we're set to move into our new digs on May 16. Meanwhile, it rained here for much of the morning, gave us little reprieve in the afternoon, and by evening poured a little more. It still hit seventy degrees. Tomorrow promises to be dry. As far as Tucson adventures go, we took a drive in search of a certain kind of beer (Tirrito Brewery's Milk Stout), which Leticia had purchased when we visited the farm/brewery in Wilcox. Mysteriously, that six pack disappeared in the last few weeks. Fortunately, after a couple of false starts we found a Natural Grocers that carried the brand. So all is good. With that arduous task completed we settled in to watch the quarterfinals of the Indian Wells tennis tournament, an event we've attended in person three times over the years. It was nice to snuggle in, slip on the PJs, and scratch any need to "do". I think it was Sarte who said, "To do is to be." Hegel disagreed. He posited, "To be is to do." I think Sinatra had it about right when he said, "Do Be Do Be Do." And I won't even comment on the Doobie Brothers except to say that they for sure know that life is good, especially today.
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