Actually, I am a former blogger, I suppose. A bad blogger would blog occasionally, though badly.

I, on the other hand, conceive a half dozen brilliant blog posts daily and post none of them. Oh, the gems of wit and pearls of incisiveness that have gone unshared! Oh, the inanity!

Life at this moment is . . . complicated.  Good. But complicated. Which I hate.

How’s the home sale going you ask?

Pretty good it seems. We’ve had lots of interested folks looking at it from Day One. Several couples have viewed it two or three times. Which has not only meant keeping the house in a constant state of metaphysical pristine-itude, but also grabbing the dog and evacuating the house every time the phone rings. It’s only been a week but that drill has already lost all its charm.

Thankfully, we received an offer on the house yesterday. It was a wee bit lower than we are prepared to accept so there is some negotiating to be done.  But it looks promising.

Which means we’ll be packing and moving the week before school starts. Which sounds complicated to me.  (Sigh.)

Thus the blogging forecast calls for a slight chance of isolated musings with intermittent micro-rants.

Thank you, patient and long-suffering reader.

This has something to do with it . . .

Yes, Casa Holland went on the market a few days ago, preparing for which required a ridiculous amount of fix-up, spruce-up, touch-up, clean-up, put up–not to mention check-writing that occasionally made me want to throw-up. (Just kidding.)

[Here is the listing in case you know someone in buying mode.]

Why are we selling? Where are going? What’s to become of us?

Well, it’s a little complicated.

First, we’re not leaving the area. We’re currently looking at nice leasing-opportunities within a four-mile radius of our current home (and they are legion). Nor is there anything wrong with our current home. In fact, we have loved living here and still do. The girls are quite emotional about the prospect of giving it up.

We have known for some time, however, that this is not the house we want to pay off and live in the rest of our lives. It has more steps and stairways than a Bavarian castle. Nor is it very mother-in-law friendly. In fact, it’s downright mother-in-law hostile.

Thus, selling this place at some point in the next few years has been a given. And over the last few months I’ve become convinced that the best opportunity to sell at a good price is right now.

Just the prospect of an Obama election accompanied by increased Democrat majorities in both houses of Congress is sobering enough. (Check out this Wall St. Journal op-ed suggesting that the current turmoil and losses in the stock markets are in anticipation of an Obama victory.)

But it’s more than that. I think there may be a storm coming.

If so, being debt free and flexible will be a very good thing. If I’m wrong–and I hope I am–well we’ll be debt free and flexible! . . . having sold a home we knew we would have to sell eventually. We’ll buy a pretty lot a build something just the way Mrs. Blather wants it.

So, why are we selling our house? Just think of it as an early vote of “no confidence” in the Obama administration.

From a Times of London article headlined, “Al-Qaeda is Driven From Mosul Bastion After Bloody Last Stand”:

“The murder toll is dropping, the insurgents are on the run. Our correspondent is on the front line as the Iraqi army takes control.”

The situation in Iraq is improving so rapidly, the Democrats may be robbed of their opportunity to surrender and retreat with the increased majorities they’re counting on picking up this Fall. Boy, would that be a bitter pill for them to swallow. Pelosi, Reid, Murtha, et. al. have been counting the hours until they reenact that last helicopter off the embassy in Saigon thing.