Being fifty-something often means change. Physical changes, outlook changes, family changes, housing changes. For us, Boy Wonder’s recent shift to the big smoke signals that we are (like it or not) empty-nesters. Just me, Mr P and Jack Sparrow (Pirate Cat) remain aboard the Mothership. This house is a far heavier footprint than we need… Continue reading Adventures into subdivision #1
Being fifty-something, I should have my feelings more under control. But I haven’t. I am fickle. When we bought our current home more than 12 years ago, I fell in love at first sight. This grand old dame had me at “verandah”. We settled in fast, devising a ten-year plan to boost our investment in… Continue reading Falling in love with our house. ALL over again.
Going, going … passed in Being fifty-something, I love the simple thrills in life. For me, auctions are one of those simple delights. I love a spirited ebay auction, a hard-fought clearing sale, a bidding war over an antique lamp and, most of all, a property auction. There is so much at stake at a… Continue reading Going, going … passed in
Being fifty- something, we’re thinking about downsizing. Before long we’ll be empty-nesters and this house just won’t fit us anymore. It’s too much to heat/cool, clean and maintain for just the two of us. It was all part of our grand plan to sell this place about now, move to something smaller and free up… Continue reading Venus and Mars go house-hunting.