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Old July 29th 17, 05:33 PM posted to rec.crafts.textiles.quilting
Night Mist
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Default OT Finally! Actively house shopping

We have been looking, discarding wet basements, dubious roofs, hodge podge electrical wiring and etc.

Found one place that was a little small but very nice indeed, except you could fit the bathroom in a teaspoon and the 4 bedrooms were on the second floor with an open floor plan. An open floor plan for the bedrooms?! We might be a little kinky, but even we were all saying Who does that! The place was more or less a hunting lodge for rich weirdos. Getting out there was an experience. I was going to print out a map, but DH and kiri were insistent that we didn't need to because she has GPS on her phone. You all might recall how impressed I am by GPS. So we went up the road and over the hill and then we ran out of pavement and were on gravel. kiri was mightily unimpressed by that. we turned up another hill and went a few more miles and the gravel road gave way to dirt, and kiri stated to growl. After anther 5 miles the phone said your have now reached your destination and lost signal. We had not reached our destination, and kiri pulled over as best she could since the road was down to one lane, and let the estate agent pull up along side. He had never been to the place either, and took the lead. after another half mile or so we found the place. With a repeal the SAFE act sign out front and a This Property is Protected by a Gun sign in the front window. The only other domiciles we had seen since the road became dirt were log cabins and rusty trailers. When we got up to the front porch we found iron bars on the front windows. I was feeling pretty comfortable because I was out in the woods and back among my people of origin, then I remembered that my people of origin were pretty much a**holes. Even today my siblings lean to the paranoid gun nut lifestyle. I had a brief flash of memory involving peeing in the woods and musket fire (my family were civil war reenactors). After we had determined that the bedroom floor plan was not acceptable, and kiri would likely strangle us in our sleep if we even gave the place passing consideration, we started home. Only instead of going back the way we had come kiri and the estate agent agreed that the lure of visible pavement 50 yards or so down the road was too tempting. We went thataway, came to a T and decided left seemed to be a likely direction. Wrong. So again we were going over hill and dale, and found ourselves headed into Pennsylvania. Then through part of the Alleghany forest, after about 45 minutes of driving the cellphones came back to life. It took us considerably longer to get home than it did to get there. It also left us with the question of why on earth were there three golf courses scattered across next to nowhere Pennsyltucky hard by an obscure corner of a state forest.

NightMist


On Friday, June 23, 2017 at 6:44:27 PM UTC-4, wrote:
Well, the search for the right-for-us property is always a challenge.
Don't get too stressed out by it all. Deep breaths!

From experience I can say that living in a house while remodeling it at the same time is not very fun.

Ginger in CA
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On Friday, June 23, 2017 at 10:45:08 AM UTC-7, Night Mist wrote:
On Tuesday, June 20, 2017 at 10:32:35 AM UTC-4, wrote:
oooh, keeping fingers and toes crossed that this is right for you!
New moon fortunes?


Well that was disappointing.

I had a tape measure with me and the listing flat out lied about room dimensions and total floor space.

The downstairs is OK, though the "Laminate wood flooring" turned out to be that thin self adhesive stuff you use to do a quick repair on cheap furniture. The bathroom is absolutely wonderful though.

The upstairs was an architectural nightmare.

At a guess? One of the owners who were a senior married couple (from published tax roles) became ill. We speculated this by the smell of the place. One of their children and their family moved back in to help out. We conjecture this by the description of an equestrian business that was running out of that address. We are guessing that this is when the stable was built and a couple of modifications done. One of those modifications was turning the upstairs into three bedrooms, in part by moving the stairs. To call the bedrooms cramped would be being generous. You literally could not fit a twin bed into one of them. They wallpapered the ceilings, and it it is falling off in a couple of spots. We think that originally the stairs had a landing and a turn, now they are a steep and narrow single flight with odd spacing, like who was meant to climb up and down them had legs that were not quite human normal. In changing the stairs they stranded the attic door mid wall about 4 feet away from the floor. Which is a pity because it is naught but a good big unfinished room at one end of the second floor. Why they didn't just put in some insulation, lay some flooring over the slab wood, and smack up some sheet rock is beyond me. I risked life and limb to get in to take a look and the room is even wired. Why go to considerably more work and expense to make a mess of the whole second floor when finishing one room would have done the job admirably?
DH suggested we lowball the place and see if they take it. My thought on that was well OK, but if they do take it where are we going to live while we fix it up enough that everyone has a place for their bed?

NightMist
still looking


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