Who is Malenka, Polish Princess of Peace?

Malenka, may avitar, my alter-ego, my imaginary self was born on a potato farm in Poland. Her hard days of digging potatoes as a youth only toughened her spirit and resolve -- and put a permanent glow on her rosy cheeks.
She wears her luscious golden hair in thick braids that cascade over her shoulders. Dressed in green silk shirts that set off her emerald eyes, black jeans and gleaming black riding boots, at 6 feet, Malenka turns heads wherever she goes. She has never had any issues with weight.
An amazing equestrian, Malenka travels everywhere on her sleek black Polish Arabian, Calligrapher's Inkwell (barn name, Calli). Trotting along beside them are her two faithful hounds, Liliput and Charleton.
Malenka spends most of days helping people. She can intuit their deepest desires and most pressing needs, always finding solutions that bring them peace.
Years ago she married her true love, the dashing Italian prince Paolo, a brilliant screenwriter/musician/tennis player. As a young man Prince Paolo, while hiking in the Apennines, discovered an enormous gold nugget, so the couple is set for life, never having to work for a living.
Prince Paolo and Princess Malenka live happily but simply in a crumbling villa in Tuscany. Because Prince Paolo is extremely handy with tools and they both love to do renovations, they're slowly turning their home into a stunning, yet environmentally sustainable, showplace.
Angora goats and alpaca roam the rolling hills of their estate; the couple pays local women extremely well to weave and knit their wool into warm, beautiful garments that the Prince and Princess donate to various charities.
They raise herbs and organic produce that Malenka loves to develop into fantastic healthy meals. She often invites the entire village to sumptuous feasts.
In her spare time, Malenka throws and glazes exquisite pottery, paints the ever-changing Tuscan landscape from her balcony, writes award-winning novels and an advice column for Salon.com.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Today Was the Day

The notices started showing up the first week in December. Sent by regular mail and certified mail.  A week later we received yet another batch. They really want to make sure we knew that the auction would be scheduled for today -- February 18, 2011.
I pictured a fast talking auctioneer standing in front of our house, gavel in hand, surrounded by hungry buyers. I pictured us, cowering behind the garden wall, listening to cigar-chomping investors bidding $5,000, $10,000 … SOLD to the gentleman in the porkpie hat for $15,000! 
In reality, everything is done at the court house downtown. Our house is part of a very long list being auctioned today. And since today is the Friday before a 3-day holiday, our attorney thinks there’s a very slim chance that it gets sold -- because everybody with $$$$ to buy houses has probably left for their ski resort house already. 
I suppose we won't know anything until the buyer (if there was one) has the closing. Then they get 72 hours (I think) to notify us. Then we have 30 days (I think) to vacate. It's hard to get a good answer on this, hence the "I thinks." But apparently, more of these buyers at auctions are investors, who are more than happy to rent the house back to you -- at least until they're ready to do something with it.
So, we are now officially in Limbo. I feel like I should start packing or something. Or sorting or something. But I'm so. very. tired.

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