Signing My Life Away

Arayo reigns over her new pool & hot tub

It  was a power meeting.  Lorded over by Notorio Number 2, we each took our sides at the table. Me with my team, he with his.  Papers, legal documents, were passed back and forth.  "Do NOT cross that line with your signature or this becomes null and void", I was commanded by the handsome lawyer in control.

Oops!  I always did cross my "T's" with too much drama.

"Since this is a legal document, can I use my purple pen," I implored?  

Surprise - "Of course!" Seems some Mexican President or someone only signs in green or red.  Dang, I love Mexico!

Arayo's maiden swim. (Thank you Peggy McLean for the photo)

With each signature, a mass of keys that had rested on 'their' side of the table slid closer to me. On finding one more paper they had forgotten, the keys were snatched back, until I signed - NICELY this time.

And in a quick hour and a half, the deed was done. Thousands of dollars were wired to accounts all over the US to the heirs of the last owner, the creator of my new home, as they received their share of his estate.

With keys in hand, I gathered up Arayo, invited a couple friends, and we ran to my new home.  "An oasis," my friend called it.  As we sat outside, protected from the sun by my gazebo, we watched as Arayo took her maiden swim in her very own pool.