This is my cousin. He's ten years younger than I am. He used to pull my ponytail and run away. He was an irritating little boy.
I haven't seen him since 1992 when I was living in California. About three days ago he calls and he's going to be in the area and asks to stay overnight. Sure no problem, I tell him.
Now you have to understand that I am selling my house and just finalized things with the realtor. My yard desperately needed sprucing up. I emphasize DESPERATE. It has to be done. It is 100 degrees. I HATE this kind of yard work. And my cousin calls.
Without me mentioning anything more than the house is on the market, he INSISTS on getting the yard in shape. Won't take no as an answer. He knows better than I do how to spruce. Is he not a gift from the Universe? When I protest, he insists I accept as a gift from him. This job that was going to take me all weekend if not more and we will finish up tomorrow morning after two hours work tonight.
That's one.
Two.
I was facing having to get a plumber and electrician in to replace a fan with a light and replaces the faucets in the master bath at the realtor's suggestion. Expensive. Two nights ago after getting the faucets and light, my neighbor and I are having a chat in the front yard. I didn't mention my purchase or need. He's coveting my riding lawnmower. I tell him I won't be taking it with me. He asks about a work trade. To make a long story short, he's a plumber and can do electrical work. So tomorrow that gets done, all before the realtor really settles into showing the house.
Coincidence? Yes. Synchronicity? Definitely. Right time, right place and I didn't have to directly ask either person, it just came out.
