"...I could hear jet engines..."

I drove through the neighborhood again tonight. The weather was just wonderful; the sky was a bright, clear blue, there was a whisper of a breeze carrying the scent of fresh-cut grass and the laughter of children. How could I find anything wrong with this neighborhood? I couldn't. I cruised around with my windows rolled down and listened for the airplane that was scheduled to take off at 4:35 according to the airport's web site. Four thirty-five came and went and I didn't hear anything but lawn mowers so I started looking up. Moments later I saw the plane gleaming in the sky and when I listened closely I could hear jet engines, but I believe that if I hadn't seen the plane I probably wouldn't have picked up on the noise.

Good enough for me.

It looks like the current home owner is eager to move as she was having a yard sale. It looked like she was busy last night because her driveway was full of household items that we'd seen in the house during our tour earlier in the evening.

Feeling good about our choice in home I picked Peanut Butter up from work since he carpooled this week and we headed to our agent's office to submit our offer.

And now we wait...