Monday, April 24, 2006

Tire bad. House good.

Yesterday on the way to church we got a flat tire. I picked up a nail in our driveway from the siding guys or the gutter guys or whatever guys, and by the time we had picked up Ahno and were halfway to church, it had poked through whatever vital membrane holds a tire together, and it went from fine to flat in about 2 seconds, sitting at a light. Some helpful guys were standing there, waiting to assist us, so they did, and Dan came from home and brought his knowledge of where the hell the tire and the jack were, and then the guys fixed the tire and we gave them a twenty to go get drunk, which they forthrightly admitted they were about to do anyway. Hey, Sunday morning!

Since we were all dressed up and had no where to go, we went to mediterranean lunch, and then house hunting. We looked at five houses. The fifth one was the one I have been drooling over and playing phone tag with the realtor over, trying to get in to see. We finally saw it at 3:30 yesterday and I am now officially in love with it. I am trying to rein in my emotions, because it's out of our price range, and I don't know if it's even a good idea for us to try and manage it, but it is lovely, in every way, completely spot-on perfect, and I've never seen a house I liked more.

This is a 100 year old house onto which an addition was put in 2004, and the addition includes this room, which has this fantastic kitchen. The rest of the room, spreading out to the right, has build in bookshelves and entertainment center, and then the adjacent little breakfast room, jutting out with all those windows on the right side, first floor. The thing jutting out with all the windows in the left side is the office. There's also a long dining room which we'd use as a den, and what was the dining room in the old house, which we'd use as a music room/art room.

The back yard has a great magnolia tree, perfect for climbing, and the neighbors have little kids. The neighbors two doors down the other way are homeschoolers with lots of kids and lots of swings and stuff in the yard. We've met them -- they seem friendly etc. The stairs off the kitchen go up to the master suite which has a deck on the second floor. Lots of bedrooms. Lots of room, in general.

What a day. :) It is a house that makes me want to go through the agony of moving, in fact makes me want to start packing today. We probably will not be able to get it, but it's nice to know such a perfect thing exists out there. Pictures below, etc.

1 Comments:

At 1:29 PM, Anonymous said...

Looking back, I'm thankful for those Sunday Morning Drunks. They were so nice. You'll never find nicer Sunday Morning Drunks if you search the whole world over, a very skilled, service-oriented, sincerely humanitarian little group.

 

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