dead mice

Jeff and I saw fourteen houses yesterday. I brought my digital camera and a notebook and kept notes so we'd remember which house was which: "Suspiciously friendly dog." "Beside co-op construction site." "Troll in garden." etc.

Hey, there's a steel drum band on the street across from our building. They started playing while I was typing this. Rehearsing or performing? This area's pretty dead on Sunday mornings, so I assume rehearsing. But I digress.

We've only been out twice with the real estate agent on house-hunting expeditions, but I'm already picking up some interesting bits of knowledge, such as:

- Jeff likes creaky floors. I hate creaky floors.

- A lot more people use Mac computers than I thought.

- A house can be too big.

- A house we'd normally think was pretty boring-looking looks great to us if it's on a street lined with mature trees.

One of the houses we looked had a dead mouse on the back porch. This was not a selling feature.

Hope you're all having a great weekend.




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Today's Blatherpics:

	Top of Roy Thompson Hall, which I can see from my home office window. The white dots are seagulls (not dead mice, sorry).
	View from our apartment.