After volumes of document requests supplied to our mortgage broker, we told him we would be out of the country on a cruise for seven days beginning March 5th, so if there could possibly be ANYTHING else he might need let us know prior to that date. A closing date was set for the week after our return, so we and left for a much needed cruise with close friends.
Cruise: We joined three other couples for a seven day cruise on The Norwegian Dawn to Mexico, Roatan, Belize and Mexico (again). This was R&R for all eight of us; long awaited and much needed. While on the cruise we celebrated two important events:
(1) Three of us couples renewed our wedding vows on March 6th. The fourth couple officiated and took pictures.
And (2) we surprised sweet husband with a belated, 70th birthday celebration. Our friend, Kay, made tiaras with black netting for the women and the men got pointed, dunce caps (except sweet husband who wore the cake).
Sweet husband’s favorite shore excursion was to crew the 1987 America’s Cup sail boat race winner with good friend, Curt. They raced a Canadian ship and won by mere feet.
Naturally, in spite of our telling our broker we would be out of the country, we got several urgent texts and calls while at sea ($50.00 worth) requesting yet more documents for underwriting, more signatures, etc. By the time we returned back to the wonderful shores of the USA, our closing date was delayed, the contract on our house expired and the seller’s wouldn’t extend it. We became officially homeless.
In spite of this lovely news, we continued our pre-planned visits by spending another few days in Baton Rouge. Then on to the metro-Jackson, Mississippi area to meet the newest grandson, visit my eldest son, my brother, several friends and Sweet husband’s other grandson who had just turned four.
Above my only granddaughter dressed for Jr./Sr. prom night in Baton Rouge.
From there we drove to Meridian to participate in the induction of two of my grandsons into a nation honor society.
The plan was to drive back to Tennessee to rest and pick up our “stuff” out of storage and move into our new (to us) home in Long Beach, MS…NOT!
Instead we drove to the Mississippi Gulf coast to find a home. We gave ourselves three days. We were successful on the second day and had a day of rest planned before heading to Tennessee to “wait” on the mortgage process (again) with a new mortgage company.
Our last evening there, I stepped off a curb in the dark and fell hard on a concrete surface. I thought I broke my wrist, but I sprained, skinned and bruised just about everything else: a rib, both wrists, my knee and my ankle. At this point one might think, “Perhaps God doesn’t want us to move back to Mississippi”, but not me. This has only made me more determined.
Speaking of God, the next day while in the ER, our friend in Alabama called to check on us. Sweet husband told her about my fall and she insisted we come and recover at her house, which was only a two hour drive as opposed to the two to ten hour drive back to Tennessee. We happily agreed. Thank God for sweet Marie.