House Calls

Some people know how much I like looking at other people’s houses—it’s a sickness.  I looked at a house today.  It’s kind of like going to “look” at puppies.  Then, the puppy looks up at you devotedly with those big, deep, brown eyes, as its slobbery tongues slathers you from the top of your head down to your shirt and all points in between, leaving a blank, very wet spot where your makeup once was, and you know you must make it your own.

J-Man and I had continued our little retail adventure, buying more items for the much-anticipated Halloween party, that will not involve a game of “Spin the Bottle,” and were headed home.  I said casually, “Oh, look, an open house, let’s go.” 

The place was stunning—updated, great landscaping, large yard, a Koi pond, hot tub, and good layout.  It was located on a quiet street in a good location.  It had it all.  And, J-Man declared it “awesome.”  So, I ran home and did a little figuring.  I ran out of fingers and toes, so since it involves the California housing market, I resorted to quantum algebra to calculate the complex solution.  Then, I did a little analysis on the neighborhood comps.  Sadly, despite the fact interest rates are stable and prices and plummeting, it’s still too expensive.  So, to assuage myself, I went out and bought a cheap curtain and a 40% off frame and poster for my rental bathroom.  In the words of the immortal Red Hog, I guess I’ve got that going for me.

 

We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.

~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

Published on: Oct 23, 2006