Some of you have inquired about the 1867 Victorian home that I blogged about last October -the one that I fell head-over-heels-hopelessly-in-love with.
Well, we hopped in the car and drove 3 hours south to the most charming little North Carolina town you've ever seen. We met up with our realtor and she gave us the grand tour. This, ladies and gentlemen, was the house I'd waited my whole life for. We came so, so, SO close to purchasing it. But we didn't. ((sigh))
She was in very good shape - especially for her age - but we both (Mr. T and I) knew that we would be spending every waking moment and every spare dollar repairing or replacing something. At the end of the day, even though it was a very romantic notion, we knew that would get old very quickly.
In other news and wishful thinking....
In an effort to resurrect my Hillbilly Debutante persona (aka replacing my long-lost vintage suburban "Dixie) Mr. T and I will be travelling to Fredericksburg, VA on Sunday to check out a Grand Wagoneer woody that I have been coveting for quite some time.
It looks identical to the above photo that I shamelessly pilfered from e-bay in which 20 individuals were involved in a maniacal, frenzied bidding war in which I, most dignifiably refused to participate. (interpret: Mr. T cut off the purse strings. Dang!).
Anyway, that's two things I wanted more than anything in the world that I didn't get (cue up the violins, please) so surely this weekend..... (drying the lone tear from the corner of my eye) well, let's just say I'm hopeful.
On to other things.
Becky Cooper's High School English class
El Dorado Springs, Missouri
January and February were very laid back which allowed me some quality writing time for "The Hillbilly Debutante Cafe" (scheduled for a spring 2012 release).
I was on the road mid-February making a stop in my hometown to give a speech and while there visited my alma mater - El Dorado Springs High School. All the kids were so cute. So young, fresh-faced and seemingly (at least to these eyese) so completely oblivious to the iniquities that wait for them outside the protective walls of what may be the safest place on earth.
They wanted to talk about my book and writing. I put aside my acute longing to give them my 'if I only knew at your age what I know now' lecture and adhered to their wishes.
I wish I could have spent more time with them, but alas United Airlines Flight 3351 to Washington Reagan would wait for no one....
A reminder that I'll be at Kokopelli on Main Street Annapolis, MD Saturday, March 5th 1-3.
Til next time,