home sweet home

it is definately true that travel expands your view, even when you can see for miles and miles. after traveling to the black hills for thanksgiving and looking at affordable places to live.....i am glad to be back in my own humble home. our real estate agent is new .... he needs to work a little bit more on preselecting and descerning the clients needs and wants... which are sometimes quite different. once house was a historic landmark, had beautiful tile fireplace surrounds, oak woodwork, tall ceilings. the floor was scratched and looked like it was red pine. definately not oak. the outside was the huge cement block with the rugged texture that was popular about a hundred years ago. had new wire, new furnace, but there was a horizontal jack holding the front walls of the house together. i don't know anything about jacks so that was kind of scary. then there was the fact that it was a repossesion, and the bank is not required to publish a discloser statement. not fair. then there are the bats that live in the attic. on the bright side there is an awesome 5 year old 3 car garage. maybe my sister and i could live in the gargage and turn the house into a haunted house and give tours to the tourists. of course, we would have to think of someone famous who lived there.

the other houses we looked at were pits....money pits...messy pits, bad bathrooms, old kitchens from the 60's-- so depressing. we could afford a trailor which would be all new... but, then, everyone knows they attrack tornados. right!!!

the drive back started out one of those picturesque thanksgiving trips.... characoal flannel trees laid against camel coated hills. by noon the steel sky was spotted with flakes which quickly turned the highway into a wheel gripping drive. my lilttle jeep with its short body and light weight just does not like icy roads (at least i know that 4-wheel drive does nothing on ice). think i need spicky tires and heated windshield wipers. welll, new snows and wipers anyway.