Well Sh!t ...
I texted Ian from the loveseat at Chadwick, he was out getting lunch: "Hey, I just sold the house." The shock of this was somewhat comedic as the house wasn't for sale. He approached me immediately when he got back home. He was emotional. He asked if I could possibly buy Loon Lane from him/the Estate now that I was house-less. He told me how he felt like he couldn't get his life started, he was near tears. It was in those moments that I realised for the first time that the burdens of being the Executor of his father's Estate had worn heavy. He had always been in over his head, of course, and although I guided him through whatever needed to be done with banks and lawyers and taxes, the house and the vehicle remained. Loon Lane, for those who don't know, is the overly large, hard to heat house that Ian's father and I bought together when Ian was three. We separated a couple of years later, I kept it alone through elementary and then Joe bought it back fr...