Yesterday in the evening Son, IB (grandson), and I went with a realtor to look at some houses. In one home when I looked at the ceiling, I saw evidence of a leaking roof. I drew the realtor’s attention towards the spots. It turned out the painters had done substandard work. The painters had put a lighter color over the previous darker one, and it give the appearance of leakages.
Some of the houses were old, constructed in the early eightees. Two houses were devoid of ceiling fans. Some didn’t have sprinkles outside. Whereas some had the fixtures for washers, and dryers in the garages which does make life more difficult to live. It appeared we will have to make major purchases if we decided on one of them. One , or two had power lines passing through the back yards.
IB would skip to the room, nearest to his dad’s master bedroom, and would claim it as his own, relegating me to the guestroom in every house we went to. He is currently living with us. Son’s ex is out of the country at the moment, leaving IB with Son.
IB is a total delight. I was trying to write while he distracted me by showing a magic trick with cards, and I lost my concentration. He has many card tricks up his sleeve, and would like nothing better than to teach me these tricks. He keeps insisting that I should learn them. I enjoy his company. I asked him why doesn’t he continue to stay with us once his mom comes back? I was amazed at his reply (impressed really).
I can’t. H (his older brother) will miss me. He should enter the diplomatic service once he grows up.
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