Four years ago we purchased a beach bungalow in Dana Point, CA. It was a perfect space for us. I had room for my piano and Janine had three gardens. We could walk to the beach in 15 minutes, to the store or to restaurants. Probably the best part was it was only three exits from school and against the traffic in the morning. We loved that house and fixed it up for an idyllic life in SoCal. But when I retired we sold the house and moved to Hilo, HI. But during the closing of escrow, apparently the house got pissed that we were leaving. Three days before funding, the water heater shit the bed. It couldn’t have waited four more days- NOOOOOO! We negotiated to stay in the house for another 30 days after closing. One night we were sitting in the living room and we heard a car crash coming from the kitchen. The window over the kitchen sink decide to jump out of the house onto the cement walkway. What a sound! When does a kitchen window jump out of a house? Well it did!!!!!
We lived gently during the last few days fearing another catastrophe.
