This day has been really somethin’. It’s also been nothin’ much.
The title company handling the closing on Second Chance Ranch overnighted us several documents to sign, two of which had to be notarized. We didn’t get the package ’til late yesterday, meaning that Monday would be the earliest we could complete them and send them back.
Then Deb had an idea — she posted an ISO message to a Harrison-area Facebook group, and within a couple of hours a notary contacted her privately. The young woman met us at the campground office this morning and we got everything taken care of.
Monday we’ll get the envelope to UPS and on its way to Ohio. Closing is scheduled for Wednesday. I’ll believe it when I see it.
That’s the somethin’. The nothin’ is pretty much everything else — Deb’s down with what she thinks might be food poisoning. She hasn’t sought medical attention yet, just resting and treating the symptoms with over-the-counter stuff.
Obviously, we’re staying put.
I took the down-time to string together GoPro video captured on Thursday while we ran the Ranger ’round The Mountain. A song that’s been in my head lately, “Get What You Get” by Aaron Lewis, happened to fit the length of the clip, so I added it.
No hidden meanings here, just a great song.
Remember those photo galleries of signs spotted while we were on the road last year? Well, I’m still on the lookout for the quaint and the oddball, signs (etc.) that grab the culture of a place or the sense of a moment.
Some of these you’ve seen here already. Some I’ve been saving.
(If you’d like to catch up on previous signs posts — see what I did there? — check out “Blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind,” “Long-haired freaky people need not apply” and “So I tucked my hair up under my hat.”)
One year ago today we filled Dipstick’s prescription at — where else? — Wall Drug.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.