Is a very, very, very old house (in fact it was built in 1899) with two cats roaming free...
And that's all I know from that old tune. And I am aware that "cats" aren't mentioned in the original.
I tell you these couple facts because there are a few new folks popping in and out 'round these
parts. I thank them for that, but not in monetary fashion because I am not a monacle-wearing kabillionaire who drives a car made of gold bars.
So, back to the backstory and the insight into who I am, where I've come from and where I'm going but I'll probably stick to the house for the time being.
We (my wife and I) aren't quite sure what its defined "style" is. It isn't a craftsman, Victorian or Frank Lloyd Wright. It could have originally been a four-square although not likely being that
the original footprint featured only three rooms upstairs. All I know is that the highest point of the roof is flat making working on the roof easy but not easy to arrive at its summit.
It's been home to one invisible mouse which was never captured but did "leave its mark" in the kitchen drawers as well as home to one more mouse which laid dead and stiff next to the furnace in the basement until as recently as Tuesday night. He currently resides in one of Minnesota's fine landfills.
There was also the bat. Our winged friend swooped through the living room one night a few months after we moved in. We chased that bat through the entire house, slowly searching rooms and closign them off until he (or she) was cornered in my newly-painted blue room. With my broom in hand, I brushed it to the floor but was unable to deliver the final blow. That is where the missus came in with the dustpan. In a fit of rage, she pummeled the bat in the nearby hallway breaking the dustpan in the process. This proved that she can be just as cold and heartless as anyone else.
Just like me.
The two cats, Neko and her kitten Buffy, now have the privilege of calling my blue room their bedroom though that will change soon as I have my eye on some lounging furniture for what was supposed to be my digs. Maybe we can share, that would be the kind thing to do but I laid claim to that room first.
What can I say, the house has character as any 100-plus year-old house should. Who better to call it home than a couple artistic-types who would never stand to live in a vinyl siding clad tract home complete with a walkout basement. The home has quirks but we live with them.
I am still curious, though, about the mystery electronic-sounding chime we hear at midnight in the downstairs area. It has me puzzled. Just like the "mystery room" in the back of the basement. It seems to be a great place to stash a kidnapped person or store storm windows.
And that's all I know from that old tune. And I am aware that "cats" aren't mentioned in the original.
I tell you these couple facts because there are a few new folks popping in and out 'round these
parts. I thank them for that, but not in monetary fashion because I am not a monacle-wearing kabillionaire who drives a car made of gold bars.So, back to the backstory and the insight into who I am, where I've come from and where I'm going but I'll probably stick to the house for the time being.
We (my wife and I) aren't quite sure what its defined "style" is. It isn't a craftsman, Victorian or Frank Lloyd Wright. It could have originally been a four-square although not likely being that
the original footprint featured only three rooms upstairs. All I know is that the highest point of the roof is flat making working on the roof easy but not easy to arrive at its summit.It's been home to one invisible mouse which was never captured but did "leave its mark" in the kitchen drawers as well as home to one more mouse which laid dead and stiff next to the furnace in the basement until as recently as Tuesday night. He currently resides in one of Minnesota's fine landfills.
There was also the bat. Our winged friend swooped through the living room one night a few months after we moved in. We chased that bat through the entire house, slowly searching rooms and closign them off until he (or she) was cornered in my newly-painted blue room. With my broom in hand, I brushed it to the floor but was unable to deliver the final blow. That is where the missus came in with the dustpan. In a fit of rage, she pummeled the bat in the nearby hallway breaking the dustpan in the process. This proved that she can be just as cold and heartless as anyone else.
Just like me.The two cats, Neko and her kitten Buffy, now have the privilege of calling my blue room their bedroom though that will change soon as I have my eye on some lounging furniture for what was supposed to be my digs. Maybe we can share, that would be the kind thing to do but I laid claim to that room first.
What can I say, the house has character as any 100-plus year-old house should. Who better to call it home than a couple artistic-types who would never stand to live in a vinyl siding clad tract home complete with a walkout basement. The home has quirks but we live with them.
I am still curious, though, about the mystery electronic-sounding chime we hear at midnight in the downstairs area. It has me puzzled. Just like the "mystery room" in the back of the basement. It seems to be a great place to stash a kidnapped person or store storm windows.
5 comments:
I love the staircase and the colour on the walls!!!
It was those very two things that sealed the deal when we were looking for houses.
Mystery room might have been an old coal bin. Mystery buzz might be an old timer for coal to go into furnace automatically.
Interesting thoughts but the mystery room is in the part of the basement that was built in the 50s and the house, prior to natural gas, was heated with heating oil but the coal idea could be possible
In the fifties? Any windows? If not, it's gotta be a bomb shelter!
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