Oh, my gosh!

I got back from a four-hour lunch with my friend, Lucinda, this afternoon and sitting on my dresser waiting to be signed was a contract to sell the farm!  I expected to see it, though, as  Dan actually texted me the news mid-afternoon.  Lucinda and I did a celebratory jig and hug right there in Panera Bread in front of the drink fountain. 

Here's the scoop:

The buyers are the first people who have looked at our house.  I'm tellin' ya.  No kidding.

If all goes well, the closing date will be July 1st, the feast of the Precious Blood, and the new owners will gain possession on July 4th, Independence Day.  (Significant, that?)  Now it's just a bit of a waiting game to be sure the buyers' house in Wyoming sells; that closing is supposed to happen on Father's Day weekend, a week and a half a way.  So we continue to pray, but...  Wahoo!  They look like nice country folks who will take care of the place and use it as it's meant to be used.  God is good.  And we're strongly thinking that novena to St. Joseph was very powerful, indeed.

Now I gotta start thinking of packing.  And we've got to find a house to live it! 

Yikes!