I’m not a Catholic, and the Catholic Church is an  unfathomable mystery to me, like the reason for having a United States Congress. But I’ve always loved the idea of Saints. Last week, I was getting nervous about selling Bedlam Farm and owning two houses, and a number of friends told me I should get a St. Joseph statue and bury it.  He is the saint of buildings. So why not? I ordered him on Amazon for $5.50 – I paid an extra $3.99 for him to come overnight –  although I was disappointed he is so small and plastic.

Maria and I buried him in the front yard, in the garden near Izzy. We buried him upside down per instructions, face towards the new home, near flowers. After all, St. Joseph is Jesus’s foster father and he might have some good muscle. A half hour after we planted him, I got a call from Kristin Preble, our realtor to tell me there was a serious potential buyer coming to see the farm in a week or so.

Hmmm…I’ll have to think about this a bit. Never think you have all the answers.