Dorothy has already seen the small house for sale.  She loves it and hopes Ted will too…

Anyone who ever buys property knows that one doesn’t show interest but acts indifferent and vague.  Then, when one makes an offer, then it is much lower than either the buyer or seller thinks would be a fair price.  At this point the dickering starts.  But, we were new to the game, and when told the price, we thought of nothing but getting the property.

When Ted drove into the yard that evening, I was waiting for him.  He could sense my excitement and asked quite suspiciously what I was so excited about.  I told him to syay in the car, that I had something to show him as I hopped into the car beside him.  He asked, “I thought that we agreed last night to give up looking for a farm.”  My answer was, “Withhold your verdict until you see it”.

I jabbered all the way out to the ranch about the potential, the livability, the low cost, the coziness, the privacy, the clean air and so on.  I think that he was beginning to catch on to the fact that I had fallen in love with the farm…soon to be called “the ranch”.

When we arrived and looked it all over, Ted ws as enthusiastic as I was about the place.  We hurriedly borrowed “earnest money” from Ted’s grandfather, who always carried large sums of money with him.  We negotiated a loan from the neighborhood bank and bought our “ranch”.  Oh boy, did we buy the ranch!

We rented out our home in town and proceeded to move furniture from three bedrooms, two baths, dining room, and living room into one bedroom, one bath and living room.  Our furniture was Duncan Phyfe mahogany and we were moving it into a rustic ranch house.  As I gazed at the massive formal furniture, I gave a forlorn sigh.  Ted answered my thoughts by saying, “Well, the mahogany matches the knotholes in the knotty pine walls”.  At this, I groaned.