Do you ever have a really bad day but then when you vent to someone about it, the day doesn't actually seem that bad at all? While you were going through it things seemed pretty rough and painful, but then you try to convey that to someone else and it just doesn't come out sounding that horrible. I thought I had a really bad weekend where a whole pile of things just did not go right, coupled with bad news, but then on Monday when I was telling people about it my list of "things that ruined my weekend" just did not seem very significant. Whether it was in fact that bad or not, I am just glad it is over. Probably the one thing that set me up to be in a bad state of mind to be a victim of lousy luck was that my grandma is thinking of selling the cottage. The idea breaks my heart. I grew up there. We have pictures of my sister out there when she was only days old. I can hardly even type this without wanting to cry. Since my grandma's recent little blip in her otherwise very good health she has been looking at ways to simplify her life. The argument is that the cottage is an extra expense and extra maintenance that she does not need. She also does not want to go up there by herself anymore. I tried to tell her that I had no problem with taking her up there on the weekends. She gets concerned though about unecessary improvements and repairs, like making the front lawn more level and fixing up the guest house. I try to tell her that people don't mind things the way they are, they still have a good time out there even though it isn't a five star resort. She just has a hard time letting go though. I hope that it doesn't come to her selling just because she can't look past the imperfections. I told her that she's old too but we're keeping her!
If it sells, it won't be until next year, so we have this summer hopefully to enjoy it. I am also hoping I have this year to convince her to keep it for a little while longer.
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