the offer, which seemed ridiculously, painfully large when made a few days ago, now seems paltry, a small price to pay to be able to live there. a mere bag of shells, per ralph kramden. I hope these people who are trying to buy my house have some major crisis. i’m not wishing death on them, but just some major distraction or setback or snafu. they need to get out of there. it’s just
wrong, what they’re doing. they don’t understand how much we want it. perhaps because they don’t know who we are or perhaps even that we exist. I don’t see how they can move in there if they did.
