"Every time something good happens to me, you say its some kind of madness. Or I'm drunk. Or I ate too much candy." Fry to Leela in Futurama
So many things have been going right lately, I have at times feared some kind of madness...or, to put it another way, I've kinda been waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then again, the past two years have been so full of bad news, maybe I can confidently enjoy all this good news without fear. I am astoundingly lucky! I am married to a super-sweet man, I am mother to a darling boy, I am daughter of caring, supportive parents, and I am friend to caring, supportive people. We sold our townhouse in only 14 days for a reasonable price (a bit less than we wanted). We found a nice house in a neighborhood we really like for a pretty good deal. We've got a good place to stay for the 3 weeks in between selling this house and buying the new one. So far it looks like this deal is going to go down smoothly. (Knock on wood!)
Now the home inspection has revealed that the new house is in good shape, and it looks like it will cost less to heat the place than we thought! (Excellent insulation in the attic and a 3 year old high-efficiency HVAC system.) I found a good sunny spot in one of the mulched beds in the front yard to put my rosemary and sage. The carpets are in better shape than either of us remembered. There were people walking their dogs and mothers with their children walking in the street. The yard was not as tiny and awful as I remembered, either. The house is big but not gargantuan. I think, if we are very lucky/blessed/whatever word you like, that this might all work out.
And then maybe, maybe, maybe I will have lung surgery, get off chemo, and have another baby. Is that too much to hope for, surrounded by good news and good luck as I am? Maybe this is just some kind of madness.