Noteworthy

[same_sky]

Thing of Note #1: I got a phone call from someone famous today. Okay, famous only in select circles, but famous nonetheless--Barbara Foster from Handy Hands, a tatting supply store. She's kind of the queen of needle tatting--which is not, by the way, what I do. It was in relation to my newsletter renewal yesterday, and the fact that I have a new address. Still, I thought it was pretty fun.

Thing of Note #2: We went on a little drive this evening just to get out of the house for a few minutes. We took Devil's Hollow (which, I'm telling you this just because I still think that it is a horrible, horrible name for a road--and also, there are just some places that I would not want to buy a house because of the address, and this is one of them--and also again, the road really is kind of creepy) and ended up downtown, but first, we took a little detour up the side of a cliff and discovered a somewhat ratty little neighborhood. (We are grand explorers, much in manner of Christopher Columbus.) There were a couple of nice houses, some average smallish houses, and a few really junky places. One of the really junky places boasted a For Sale sign in the yard. It happened to be on the cliff side, so there was a phenomenal view of the river winding through downtown, and the fading sun lighting up the rocks on the other side of the valley. Someone had taken a permanent marker and scribbled a price on the sign--$25,000. We discussed this as we continued up the road, and on the way out, we passed it again. "$25,000!" M says in disbelief. "How can it be so cheap?!" And I said, "Well, it doesn't have any doors, for one thing." And that, my friends, is the house that my husband has decided to buy. Never mind that just under the cliff, well within rock-tossing distance from this house, runs a railroad, or that the house has no doors (which I just couldn't get over, even though M claims that there were people inside and maybe we just couldn't see the door--I'm saying that the other door was missing a very large pane of glass, so it doesn't really matter.) Without regards to any of that, M keeps bringing up this house, and betting that we could get it for $20,000, and then we could end up with a house payment of like, $100 a month or something ridiculous like that, and then our cost of living would be almost nothing! (Of course, we wouldn't have any doors, either, but who cares, right, because we wouldn't have to pay rent!) I'm just saying. Doors.

Thing of Note #3: I'm not going to work tomorrow, and I'm not even going to blog about it either. So there!

Comments

[elle-da-belle.livejournal.com]

when you say no doors, do you mean holes in the walls without doors to cover them? or no holes at all, thus no visible means of entry? the first is probably easily remedied, but the second would mean a little more work. i will guess that you mean option one cause option two is just silly. :)

even so $20,000 for a house is a pretty good deal. hell, a nice car costs more these days...

[same-sky.livejournal.com]

Yeah, there were holes in the walls with no doors, or visibly useless doors. I know that doors are relatively cheap and easy, but I keep complaining about the doors on principle because M should not be encouraged too much in these matters, or I'll find myself actually having to go look at the house, and those people hanging out of the missing doorway looked really scary. It could be a kind of cute house, after all.. but egads, the work it would take is terrifying, and even then, we don't really want to live on the edge of a cliff beside a railroad. Still. Insanely cheap..

[big-bubba.livejournal.com]

We have a Gallows Road over here. I would not want that as my address. Maybe you wouldn't get as much spam mail if you lived on Devil's Hollow? Oh, and C just said she refuses to live on Dimwiddle Road. We always make fun of that name.

[same-sky.livejournal.com]

No, Gallows and Dimwiddle, I don't think I would want to live there either. What are people thinking when they name these things? Of course, I do still like one that I've seen--a tiny little road shoots up a hill, probably just for one or two houses. And what's the little green sign say? Gravel Road. (It is, of course. Gravel.) People are funny.