November is now unmistakably evident in the rose garden on which my house is situated, even though the temperatures remain tepid. A few defiant roses bloom to this day. The chipmunks are hibernating despite the tolerable temperatures, and the squirrels scurry frantically in pursuit of fallen treasure.
The fall colors were more brilliant than usual this year. I will have to ask my friend the horticulturist why that is. I'm hoping that winter is as mild as fall. My neighbors, assuming the worst, have fled to Florida with their flock of snowbirds.
This is one of the other houses on the rose garden. (There are twenty altogether.) It's for sale by its original owner. People tend to hang on to these rose garden houses. The house is 50 years old. The average number of years that people keep houses in this city is 6 years; these houses on the park turn over very seldom.
This is the view from the backyard of the above house for sale. Those of you who read my blog are aware that I am house-restless, always wanting to sell my house and buy another. I think this view is pretty appealing. The house, also, has some selling points. It has two more rooms than my small house has, and it has a backyard. My current house actually was built in the backyard of another house on the park, thereby blocking the park view of the original house. My house has no yard, a fact I find tolerable only because of its location on the park.
This is my house. It's a few years newer than the other park houses. The dirt road you see in front of it is a service road for the park maintenance truck. It's definitely an unusual location. I am not seriously considering the house for sale. It's not enough of a positive change to justify the hassle of buying, selling and moving. But I will stop by for the open house tomorrow......
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I hope the temptation has passed. On to the next one!
You have such a cute, pretty house, just the way it is.
hugs,
D
Dear Garnetdavid,
Indeed, the temptation has passed. I went to the open house and got over it. The interior was too dated- I saw signs of a money pit.
It's a relief.
Hugs,
Betty
Good Tuesday evening Betty.
Too bad about the house/money pit issues.
Hugs, and hope that you and The Boy have a yummy and wonderful Thanksgiving --
Genuinely,
Loving Annie
Dear Annie,
I'm actually relieved that the house turned out to be a potential money pit. It's not a good time for me to move, with the court case pending.
The Boy and I are going out of town to an indoor waterpark resort for Thanksgiving. I hope yours is wonderful too!
Hugs,
Betty
Hope you two have a wonderfully wet Thanksgiving. Maybe you just need to start watching HGTV's "Designed to Sell" and once you have done everything that your little house can use --- you will have fallen in love with it and want to stay right there with the roses.
Your house is just lovely, very cozy and warm-looking. What a great location, too. Beautiful.
Have fun at the water park! I think I actually know which one you're talking about, and although I drive by it every summer, I've yet to go inside and take a peek!
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours, Betty!
Betty - I've said it before, "what a great location!" Your home is lovely and the people in it make it a home. I hope you delight in your surroundings and enjoy each day as a gift.
Dear Kacey,
We did have a very wet Thanksgiving, for sure!
And I do enjoy HGTV. When my house was on the market, I did make some minor improvements- the ones I could do myself, like painting the exterior trim. Just today a friend from out of town visited, and he commented on how much more appealing my house looks now! It's still small, though, and I can't change that. I have lived in tiny houses all my life and I crave space.
Hugs,
Betty
Dear Dust-bunny,
Thank you for your positive comments about my house. Although I am house-restless, I am also very interested in appreciating what I have.
Hugs,
Betty
Dear Simply me,
I'm working on delighting in my surroundings. Sometimes the camera helps with that. On the other hand, the temperature has just plummeted, and when I come home from work late at night, the last thing I feel like doing is leashing up the dog and walking him through the park. (I have no yard.) That's when it's particularly challenging. But I'm working on it.
Hugs,
Betty
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