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Another trip North, but we think we’re actually getting somewhere.

I mentioned previously in part I & part II what life is like around our little house project, but let me say it again.. The people that live in the area — down the street, around the corner and in neighboring towns are among the nicest, most interesting and generally pleasing individuals that I have yet to come across in my vast expansive life… Even that guy walking down main street with the machete, he’s super cool — just looking to help someone with their hedge.

I think we had been in the house for about 10 minutes during this visit when Aunt Jane popped in to tell us she had left her coffee brew on just in case we needed a perk… She lives just a few doors down, and even though she was heading out to work at a local flower shop, we were welcome to ‘help ourselves’… just don’t let the cat out. And if we hadn’t had a blueberry waffle extravaganza a few short hours earlier… we might just have taken her up on her offer… Because not only was I drooling over the overwhelming friendliness of the whole situation, but I was also about to do something completely and totally beyond the boundaries of who I am. A Vapid Blonde was coming over. 

I know.
Hold on.
WAIT JUST A MINUTE.

Yes. For Real. And if I were inclined to be 10 years younger… FOR REALZZZZZ.

And I mean for real. Like in real life.. As in pinch your arm — real. Like internet real, but not… instead real life real. Like right there.. parking her bad-ass Corvette in front of my house.. walking up my walk and giving me a hug. Real. And, not only that, she brought me this:

Just exasperating the essence of cool. Just testing the limits of being calm, cool and collected. Madonna. Jackie-O. Joan Jett. Martha. Vapid’s got the game on you. And despite what the tabloids say… I really didn’t grab her for a PG-13 make-out session…. But obviously, the thought crossed my mind… COME ON PEOPLE, this is ME you’re talking to.

A Vapid Blonde came over to my house and it was fabulous… And after I stuttered through the conversations of only a few seconds of awkward “OH MY GAWD, SHE’S HERE” silent moments. I hope that she saw through the layers of house dust and sweat to see that I’m not that much of a geek… despite my sneakers and inability to control bursts of nervous laughter… I offered her a beer, she accepted, and the rest is within the walls of Native American Dorian Grey… who might just never tell.

But on with the show…
   

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I freaked a few people out yesterday — check out Dufmanno’s comment:

“Okay, that looks like the Native American Dorian Grey. Did this trip
involve a visit from the guys from Paranormal State, a cleansing ritual
and a mess of people apologizing for the colonization of the Americas?
I am worried for you and the family.”

The answer is no, she’s just a Native American that someone painted on the wall… you know, that urge to paint women randomly on bedroom walls… right? Although I did ask out loud about how many ghosts we were waking up… I was immediately told to stop acting weird.

A few years ago my husband and I came upon the rare opportunity to purchase a house that has been in his family since 1913. And when I say “been in his family” that’s what I mean because no one outside of the family has ever lived in it. Built by the Great Grandfather himself, and cared for by family and neighbors just STEEPED in tradition and history. So much so that I almost needed a spiritual reckoning before stepping foot over the town lines. These were and are amazing people filled with such goodness that you wonder just what is in the water… then they compliment you and do something else nice and you realize that it must be the soil… Then the snow melts and the flowers pop and smile… Even the rain is happy. It took me a long time to realize that these were really genuinely nice people — they didn’t want anything from me… They weren’t out to get me. In fact, if you can believe this, it was actually ME that was the weirdo with that sarcasm and pocket full of kryptonite… who knew?

So anyway. A few years ago my husband and I came upon this opportunity and we took it. We bought Pop’s house after he passed away. We bought it with the intentions of fixing it up and renting it out and then of course using it over holidays–AND we did this despite the fact that we live 4 hours away from it… And then it sat. We thought about it a few times over the years… paid it a few visits… even rented it out to those that didn’t mind it’s condition. It sat there waiting for us… settling into being the house that SOMETHING was eventually going to happen to. Life took over… until last Monday (one week ago) we decided to do something about it…This is just the beginning… we have tons of work to do.
  

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