It's all set except for signing the papers: The oldest grandson is buying our place, we will move to the trailer house (yay!), and he and his fiance will move into the old house after doing some work on the inside. The banker wants to go over the details with us before we sign, so I think that's all that's holding us up. I do wish I would have had dealings with this banker over the years; he has been most helpful, counseling the kids at every step. He wants to see them do well and has given them wonderful advice.
Cliff and I will go on living exactly as we have since we retired, as long as we are able. Nothing about our life-style should change, except we will have a little more spending money. Our names remain on the title (but not on the loan), but in five years or so, we will probably have that changed.
We have thought of every "what happens if?" question that you, my readers, are probably wondering about. I'm sure that's what the banker wants to talk with us about when we meet up with him. At my age, in my condition, there isn't much that would shake me up. I'm too tired to be shaken.
disease that is killing baby pigs this year, and also the fact that beef is so high, people will be buying more pork; it's a seller's market.
The spotted one is the grandson's, and he will split it with his future father-in-law. He will pay for the protein supplement for both pigs, we provide the corn, and we all have pork in three months or so, good Lord willing. Cliff and I will be sharing our pork with his brother, who supplied the free corn, and our daughter's family.
I love having pigs around. They seem to enjoy life at every turn. They eat, they play, they wallow in the mud. They're fun!