- the act of inspecting or viewing, especially carefully or critically: an inspection of luggage on a plane.
- formal or official viewing or examination: an inspection of the troops.
The act of inspecting… Well I’ve been doing a lot of that lately. February 8th I posted the “So this is where we are” blog about me (us) wanting to break away. I believe the words were, “right now my brain is about breaking away.” And that was a Wednesday. That Friday we had a showing on our house. I said to Melody, “We’re selling this house today.” Consequently, we had another showing on Saturday and I repeated my sentiment. Then… a showing on Sunday. I was damn certain that we were selling our house. I pressed my palms together and spied the heavens with all the muster I could muster. And then… Sunday night… The call. We got an offer. After almost 1 year and countless price adjustments I finally tossed all my chips on the table and dropped to a price I knew would make something hit my line. Today was the home inspection.
I met the inspector and agent at the door. I wanted to tell them that I’d been inspecting my “home” for years. The last couple years with extreme scrutiny in fact. I wanted to tell them that I spent years picking the right bed, couch, tables and chairs to soothe my soul and pad my nest. Candles and lamps; blankets and books. Paintings, knick-knacks, music and memorabilia all in an attempt to foster development, remind me of who I am and provide security. There’s that word again…
- The state of being free from danger or threat.
- The safety of a state or organization against criminal activity such as terrorism, theft, or espionage: “national security”
Repairs can only begin after inspection. I’m not suggesting we all sell everything, quit our jobs and leap off the ledge. I’m merely suggesting you take a moment out of your day, lie down on your belly, stretch your arms far out in front of you and pull yourself out onto that ledge and peer over. No need to leap. Just appreciate the distance.
Yeah, I wanted to tell them that I’d been inspecting my “home” for years. The last couple years with extreme scrutiny in fact. Now, we’re operating as if this house is sold. Our home is within us and not for sale. Always has been. Always will be. I hope to pass along my house to a young Dr. couple who, with any luck will begin to pad their nest with candles, couches, lamps and blankets. I know where they can get some… Cheap.