Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Spouse and I looked at senior condo for sale at Oppenheimer Place. It's in like-new condition but spouse can only picture it as an investment property to rent until he deems us old enough to live in it. He's delusional! If we bought it, of course I'd want to move right in! It's priced right to boot. Think of it - no more watering the towering blue spruce, no more fear of getting hanta virus when I go into our shed aka the Mouse Motel 6, no more despairing over our gopher ridden back yard, no more worrying that the gas stove or furnace will explode - it's an all electric condo, no more freezing in the winter because a third of the house is unheated, no more breathing wood smoke because since there is no fireplace or wood-burning stove, no more fear about what-in-the-world the crawl space water pipe insulation is, no more dealing with the roof leak in the furnace room, no more living with filthy wall-to-wall carpet, no more living in a house that one realtor termed de-modeled.
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