Bought a new home this week – a condominium. With the travel and my hatred of yard work*, it was time. Since the housing market is in the shitter, and i don’t want to sell into such a pig market, i’m going to rent out my current place. Lots of work to do for sure, but i’m excited about the clean slate that is a new home!
Talking with the kids, they are getting pretty pumped up about the new crib, too. It screams “party” – large area for entertaining**, two patios, overlooking a woodsy creek, downstairs space for home theater room, as well as pool table with adjacent wet bar.
But mostly, they are jazzed about access to the communal pool and tennis courts.
The Boy: Can i play tennis, wearing short volleyball shorts – my balls hanging out – wearing a midriff top while smoking a cigarette in a long holder?
daisyfae: i just read the homeowners association documents. There is no dress code for the pool or tennis court.
The Boy: Not yet…
* A half-acre yard is a lot to maintain. If you hate working outside. Been contracting it out since my indentured servant son blew up the lawnmower before he moved off to university.
** Future parties can be held mostly indoors. The last one, with about 80 people, had to roll outside… the current house just isn’t set up for packs of drunken yabs.