Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Looking for a house, Part I, or: Putting the "hunting" in house-hunting

Yesterday we went house-hunting in Norton. Our budget being something less than minuscule, let us say that we are at the "lower end" of the housing market. Combined with a certain backwoods quality of Norton, this takes us into some interesting places.

We saw two houses. The first, a little bungalow featured a full closet by the front door that had no handle — it was a walk-in gun closet and the owners didn't want the children wandering in. The master bedroom also featured another gun closet, this one free-standing — a sort of "gun armoire" I suppose. We couldn't tour the yard because of the snarling dogs in the back.

The second house was a split level with a den in the basement. The den walls — indeed the walls throughout the house — were covered with animal heads and rear ends. Our real estate agent led me into dark workshop where there was a workbench with various implements, and corpses of a variety of local fauna in various stages of processing: the head of a deer, half of the rear end of a turkey, some bones. A shaved man in overalls was leaning against the bench. "I like to do taxidermy," he said.

Here are some promotional shots for your viewing pleasure:

Stay tuned — more adventures in house hunting await!

Should I be worried?

Today Sam overheard me listening to a Radiohead tune. He became obsessed with it, and I had to play it four or five times in a row for him.

The lyrics to this decidedly non-child-friendly song are:

I keep the wolf from the door
but he calls me up, calls me on the phone
tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up
Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom and
I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops ...

Evidently, Sam is going to make quite a teenager.