Let me answer the rest of the questions from New York Erratic:
What would you say is the most difficult part of buying your first house? Is there something that you wish people would have told you?
I didn’t own my first house until I was 46, when I moved into the house my bride had purchased seven years earlier.
“Everyone” said that you’re “supposed” to own a house. I was never that interested in doing so. Continue reading Houses and dogs and books…
I’m listening to the Kinks recently, not surprising since Ray Davies’ birthday was June 23. The song Come Dancing came on, and, oddly, I got all melancholy.
The lyrics begin:
They put a parking lot on a piece of land
Where the supermarket used to stand.
Before that they put up a bowling alley
On the site that used to be the local Palais.
It reminded me Continue reading The day they knocked down the Palais
Generally, I enjoy listening to the podcast of Arthur@AmeriNZ. But on a recent episode, Arthur was describing about what a mess his house was, and the fact that he can’t do X until Y is done, and he can’t do Y until Z is done, et al. I nearly shrieked – and not with joy – because it’s pretty much what’s been going on with us.
It’s been going on SO long that the chronology has gotten to be a bit sketchy. As I recall, a couple years ago, we decided to get the attic insultated. There is a bunch of stuff up there, inevitably. The easiest way to go about it was to move all the things in one half of the attic to the other, which we did, which naturally made that side almost impassable, and difficult to find things in, as you might imagine. Then we waited. And waited. Continue reading What a Mess!