After work today I went over the house to clean for a couple of hours but left when it started to get dark. There are a few stories connected to the house that keep me from wanting to be there by myself when night falls. Of course, I'll have to get used to it soon enough, but I think it will be easier once all my things are in and it feels more like home. Right now it's extra creepy.
Side note: I just finished reading Twilight and LOVED it. I'm going to buy the other books from the series at lunch tomorrow. There's not much better than a Vampire love story. ;)
Pictures from tonight...
The stove (which I'm not keeping OR cleaning, but had to share how nasty/dirty it is):
Filthy kitchen tile:
The front (with the old refrigerator on the porch, waiting to be taken away):
View from the front yard of the HUGE backyard I have no idea what to do with (I'm trying to talk my Grandfather into letting me put a miniature horse back there). Do you see the little blue playhouse that was built for my sister and me back in the day?:
5 comments:
That is a cool stove. One of my relatives should love to have it. They found one and restored. I am afraid to ask you about the stories you referred to...
That's not the house where the guy died a few years ago, is it?
Well V, that's one of the stories. Also, the woman who lived there before had brain cancer...but didn't get it until after she was living there. My imagination is getting away with me...what if the house is cursed?!
My in-laws solve that by having a priest come over and bless the new place every time they move. :)
Miniature horse! Yay!
Post a Comment