Well, folks —
The deed is done. I am now the proud owner and -sigh- landlord of Silver Spring Farm. I paid the money, signed all the paperwork, then paid the attorney. Alllllll done.
No trumpet fanfares. No cheering throngs. Just me, shouting out the window like a fishwife, to anyone or no one: I JUST BOUGHT A FARM!!!
I drove up to the farm, parked the car in my driveway, and took photos of my new house, my barn, my fields… Even my poison ivy. The operative word here is, “my.”
So that was the ying. Here’s the yang: my refrigerator died today. I had to drive home in time to let in the repairman. After great expense, the fridge is running like clockwork. It was a burned-out motherboard. I now refer to it as the motherf$&ker board. And in one last desperate act of revenge, as I was putting one of the freshly-cleaned glass shelves back into the fridge (if you have to take out all the spoiled food you might as well wash everything, right?), it flew out of my hands and broke into a million little bits. There was glass from one end of the house to the other.
Yeah, but I bought a farm today. I don’t care.