The lyrics and tune repeated. And repeated. And repeated. No progress. No resolution.
The Shire in Louisville appears to have some commonalities with the song. Despite efforts of real estate agents; despite thoughts, well wishes and prayers of friends; despite offers and possibilities; it remains mine. Another sale has fallen through. My ownership just goes on and on.
On Friday, I journey to Louisville. A couple of days later, Tricia will join me. And, we will stay at the Shire. The dismantled Shire. The Shire bereft of almost all comforts. The Shire that never sells.
But we will make do. And we will save our respective employers money. And we will pose anew the question that has haunted humanity and wannabe hobbits through the ages:
Care to buy a condo in Louisville?
See you along the Trail.
- Not quite the same (graybeardtrail.wordpress.com)
- Shelter in the storm (graybeardtrail.wordpress.com)
- Fellowship of the Shire (graybeardtrail.wordpress.com)