Sprinkler heads

I pulled out onto the highway (small highway) and had to pull over immediately. The huge truck in front of me stopped. For a second I was confused and thought the truck stopped because I pulled out in front of him. Then I saw the ambulance coming the other way. I felt stupid for about 13 seconds.

I want to tell everyone to stop looking at my house if you’re going to have a shitty attitude. (I’ve had bad attitude many times maybe this is my karma.) If you’re going to smirk and make side-ways comments make sure you’re not standing near an open window to where I’m sitting. “Oh, this must be there sprinkler system” the last looker said with his legal note pad under his arm. I stood up and said to the real estate agent outside, “just so you know a new digital timer was installed for the irrigation system. There is a dead spot right there and we didn’t think it a good idea to trench up the yard to install a new head while we were showing the house.” He looks down and sees the sprinkler head. “Oh, I see it.”

Cripes! I wanted to say, take your smirking ass and get the hell out of my house! I wouldn’t let you live in my house or swim in my pool or eat at my new granite island. GET OUT!

But I didn’t. I just felt really sad and lost and like we’re never going to find the right people for our home. Maybe we shouldn’t sell it now. Maybe the house we’re in escrow with isn’t our next house. Maybe we aren’t meant to live in that town. Who knows.