The House

We piled into my car, and it was a nice, easy drive to The House. Not the haunted house-but My House.

This house was a gray ranch with black shutters. It was surrounded by a sea of chrysanthemums, growing in colorful mounds. French doors led to a nice-sized deck, and a pool, closed for the season.

"I saw it from the rooftop. Well, not exactly. I saw the flowers. And then I saw the house later on. It isn't for sale just yet. But, ya never know..."

"Want to peek in the windows?" Colleen teased.

"How's your house doing?" I asked.

"Actually, it's for sale."

"Really? Are you going to buy it?" I asked.

"Actually, I did check it out. It's as cute inside as it is from the outside," Colleen remarked. "But even if I don't buy it now, if it's meant for me, it will be for sale again. Things have strange ways of working out. Of course, maybe there's a better one that I haven't seen yet. Life is interesting like that."

"True," I agreed as we wandered along the sidewalk, taking in the view. I told her my plans for the house, should it ever be mine. And she told me the plans for hers.

The apartment didn't seem quite so right for me when I returned.