Oh my gosh. Time! Where is it going? Don’t get me wrong--I’m very eager to leave for Europe. And preparations here at home are surprisingly on track. But the days are flying past and reality is starting to sink in.
I’ve spent the last few days cleaning. I finally decided to list my property with a realtor. Century 21 has the best contacts outside this area, and since very few people in the area are looking to buy here, this seemed to be the reasonable course of action. She came today with contracts and is supposed to place signs tomorrow. My property, although not in the best condition, is located directly on Highway 16, which is known as “Back of the Dragon.” This is a tourist destination for motorcycle enthusiasts who come every year to ride thirty-two miles of hairpin curves. My land is also located near the Spearhead ATV trails and there’s enough acreage here to put in a small private trail. So potential does exist. All I need from a sale is payoff. Surely someone will buy it.
I also spent some delightful time on the phone today with Lori Johnston from Molly’s Place. Looks like I’ll be making a trip to Pennsylvania next week with the three hard-to-place dogs. She also finished reading High Kill and couldn’t say enough good things about the novel. She told me she couldn’t put it down. That’s exactly what an author likes to hear! There are so many things I would love to do with my personal income if Steemhouse Publishing is successful and our novels sell. One of them is supporting Molly’s Place Rescue. I’ve worked with them for years, have seen “behind the wall” into their daily operations, know Lori personally, and after all this time I haven’t found a thing to complain about. It's the best run adoption center I’ve ever encountered. If you click the link above that takes you to their website, you’ll see a virtual tour of Molly’s Place. Most of the dogs shown in that video came from my area. I would give anything to make them the best-funded non-profit shelter in Pennsylvania.
So that’s Day Twenty. And that’s it for July, as well. Tomorrow is the first day of August. A whole month has passed since the Steemhouse U.S. bookstore tour ended for this year. Next, I will blink and open my eyes in Paris. That’s how quickly time has flown.
Other Posts in this Series (because this one won't make sense if you haven't read the other ones)
Forty Days
Thirty-Nine Days
Thirty-Eight Days
Thirty-Seven Days
Thirty-Six Days
Thirty-Five Days
Thirty-Three Days
Thirty-Two Days
Thirty-One Days
Thirty Days
Twenty-Seven Days
Twenty-Six Days
Twenty-Five Days
Twenty-Three Days