Wait Till You See Me In My New Home

The above titled song from many of the Gaither videos has been sticking in my head this week, especially since my friends Reggie and Ladye Love Smith so timely sang it in concert last week. Today it became official...I am now a homeowner in Nashville, having closed today on a condo. I am no fan of the process, however...it is stressful, with last minute glitches. But I do give props to my realtor, Debbie Henderson and lender, Charlie Thompson, for all their hard work. Check these folks out if you ever want to buy in Nashville.

My move happens in a couple of weeks. Till then there is lots of work to be done to get ready and knowing me, a few musical events to attend on the schedule inbetween. Note to self: try not to burn the candle at both ends.

Father's Day

I spent a lot of this weekend watching parts of what must be at least 48 hours of non-stop coverage and reflections on Tim Russert's death. A large portion of the discussion has been about his relationship with his dad "Big Russ" and his two books about fatherhood. Tim was a good man, a good journalist and it seems tons of people loved him. When I watched a replay of an interview Tom Brokaw did with Tim on his own show when the tables were turned and he was interviewed about his book "Wisdom Of Our Fathers", the follow up to "Big Russ and Me", I realized the man was everything everyone said he was.

Tim Russert got me thinking more about my own dad this Father's Day weekend...my dad passed a little over three years ago. You can read about him here. We'll call him "Big Tom".

Go rest high, Tim.

Here We Go Again...

Well, I am doing what I swore years ago I would never do. I am in the process of becoming a homeowner. I have found a townhome condo and all the steps are now taking place, with hopes of closing at month end. Am I "excited"? Not yet. My goal is to remain calm through this process. I will get excited when the papers are signed and the keys are in my hand. It's a really nice place, though.

Why did I decide? I have been in Nashville a year, I know I love it and I'm staying. I also want to be able to do my health practices (blenders, juicer, rebounder) without hearing anyone's noise complaints due to thin walls. Plus, it's closer to where I work...and I'm back on the busline. I am counting on a better experience than in the Twin Cities.

The first week of this process is the most wild one, with so much detail, travel to places to do business. I'm having trouble remembering if I'm supposed to be anyplace I've forgotten about. Thank God for checklists. I am, however, procrastinating mentally and physically about packing for a move. But I figure, for the move my friends and I pulled off getting here, this one ought to be a piece of cake.

All the same--keep me in your prayers and good thoughts for a smooth process.