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thirteenrocks) wrote2008-07-04 06:21 am
thirteenrocks) wrote2008-07-04 06:21 am
Everything that is old, is new again
I'm enjoying having some time off. Specifically, roaming the house like some lost soul.
The bungalow was built in 1927, from a kit company out of the Quad Cities in Iowa. The orignal owners lived in the house for a few months, before selling. The abstract is detailed, and long. With a plethora of ownership, dreams of finding out any information regarding the house, specifically photographs of the house in its prime, has long been concidered a shitty pipe dream. I exhausted all resources.
Everything happens for a reason.
During the Miss S.E. Pageant fiasco, Bob came over with Chris. Chris is an emotionally disturbed individual who has been a walking time-bomb. Bob with a good nature soul is doing charity work.
Incidently, Chris's informed me that his grandmother had lived in the house........
Last night, at the Gay Happy Hour I ran into Chris. He's going to look into getting copies of photographs for me. I told him specifically interior and exterior shots. I'm sending out good karma that he pulls through.
Why?
The goal eventually will be to compose a scrapbook of all the information regarding the house, and make 2 copies: one for the local historical society, and the second to leave with the house....
I'm slowly cleaning the house, getting rid of the old, and overall just a little late spring cleaning.....
For JULY, the frozen tundra land has been cold. I'm thinking of throwing the Christmas tree up, as it could snow anytime.
The bungalow was built in 1927, from a kit company out of the Quad Cities in Iowa. The orignal owners lived in the house for a few months, before selling. The abstract is detailed, and long. With a plethora of ownership, dreams of finding out any information regarding the house, specifically photographs of the house in its prime, has long been concidered a shitty pipe dream. I exhausted all resources.
Everything happens for a reason.
During the Miss S.E. Pageant fiasco, Bob came over with Chris. Chris is an emotionally disturbed individual who has been a walking time-bomb. Bob with a good nature soul is doing charity work.
Incidently, Chris's informed me that his grandmother had lived in the house........
Last night, at the Gay Happy Hour I ran into Chris. He's going to look into getting copies of photographs for me. I told him specifically interior and exterior shots. I'm sending out good karma that he pulls through.
Why?
The goal eventually will be to compose a scrapbook of all the information regarding the house, and make 2 copies: one for the local historical society, and the second to leave with the house....
I'm slowly cleaning the house, getting rid of the old, and overall just a little late spring cleaning.....
For JULY, the frozen tundra land has been cold. I'm thinking of throwing the Christmas tree up, as it could snow anytime.
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