Friday, October 31, 2008
So Long To Sprawlburbia
Wait a minute -- didn't we already do that?
Isn't that, like, the whole point?
Sort of. Despite the best efforts of the home warranty contractor and the buyers' lender today, we closed on the Cranberry ranch house where we lived for 12 years today. We finally have nothing at all in common with John & Cindy -- we are the owners of one house, and the payers of one mortgage.
And I am no longer obliged to drive into the hateful wasteland of metastasizing asphalt to maintain a vacant house and perform pagan marketing dances around the real estate sign in the lawn.
The punch line? It was a colossally unwise decision about a dog that finally sold this house -- and its big fenced backyard.
The young couple were living in a rented townhouse. The young lady is pregnant. So, naturally, they bought a Siberian husky puppy -- must've been right around the time they discovered the pregnancy -- then found that the condo association had a 25 pound weight limit for dogs.
The pup will be ten months old when the baby comes.
Good luck with that.
And bury some wire along the fenceline.