There’s absolutely nothing interesting in this post — nothing! You’re saying “What makes that so different from any other of my blog posts?” 🙂
This morning I was out with Speck. It wasn’t quite daylight. There’s an all night convenience store just across the empty lot from me. I can see the people driving into the parking lot but they can’t see me . . that’s what I tell myself anyway. The store has bars on the windows. That kinda scares me but the neighbor says it’s no big deal. I don’t believe him. Anyway, when I’m out and it’s kinda halfway dark, I’m a bit more than halfway scared. This morning we were out. I could smell a skunk so I was wondering if he was out there — maybe he could see me but I couldn’t see him while I was watching the people at the convenience store who couldn’t see me! BAM! I heard the loudest noise. My first thought was .. there was an explosion at the convenience store since they sell gas. In a split second, I thought about the fire that could spread across the dead weeds between the parking lot and our house. Then I thought maybe it was a gunshot . . really close. Then I realized someone on the highway had a blowout — right between our house and the convenience store. They stopped, got out and looked at it. It was a trailer that had dual wheels so they just got in and kept going. I could hear the flop, flop noise as they were heading on down the highway. Then when I took Speck to the vet, I saw pieces of tire all over the highway about 5 miles down the road.
Vince and I went tonight and looked at a house in town. If that house had been on 20 acres outside of town, we’d have bought it right there on the spot. It had a room over the garage but the garage was a few steps down from the main level of the house so the room over the garage wasn’t a full set of stairs to get up there. The stairs were very convenient – right off the kitchen and very near the laundry room. The longarm would fit perfectly up there and it had its own central a/c unit for just that room. The kitchen was nice and big. The master bedroom was fantastic. Huge bathroom, huge closet but . . in town. Close neighbors. Cannot do it . . yet. If something in the country doesn’t happen soon, we may have to consider the city but . . just not yet.
We talked again about the house with the small closets. We thought we might could take out a window in the master bedroom . . make that a door that would lead into a large master bedroom that we could add on. We’d add a nice bathroom and that could be done without too much changes to the roof but we might be getting too close to a really big and old oak tree. We’re kinda informally working with the owners to see if we can get the price down to where we can add that room and still not have too much more in the house than we think we should be spending on that house. The house is hooked into the community water supply but the well has collapsed and needs a new well and we want that for watering fruit trees and gardens. Vince and I came up with a figure of what we would offer and explained to the owners that we want to extend the master bedroom (the little area that’s now the master, we would make that a sitting room — with a TV and a place to sit and read), put in the well, re-do the windmill. They came back with a lower figure than then asking price — about halfway between the asking price and what we were offering. That may work — may not. This is the house with the wonderful kitchen and the nice sewing room inside but the longarm would be in a separate building outside.
We’re seeing another house tomorrow. I think it’s way overpriced . . even by Brownwood standards. It’s a tiny little house but it’s so cute! It would be a nice weekend place but . . we’d be living there every day and . . I just don’t know. Maybe in real life, it’s bigger than it looks but square feet don’t lie . . it’s a tiny house no matter how you figure it. But, according to Vince . . it’s almost perfect because it has a well and a shop. It has 200 acres but that’s way over our budget so they said they would sell it with 20 acres. I say . . if we’re buying a tiny house, let’s at least get 40 acres. We’ll see what tomorrow brings. Maybe the perfect house will get listed, we’ll put in an offer, they’ll accept it, inspections will find everything is perfect, in exactly 2 months we’ll close and . . we’ll live happily ever after. Sounds like I’m typing in my sleep, right? 🙂