January 03, 2003

My Place, or Yours?

Image copyright Fred First And so, contractor Karl and crew, and me, the home-moaner, are working on the construction of the little footbridge that now crosses our 'branch' beside the house. It is late summer, three years ago. We guys are toiling along about half-speed, in shorts and T-shirts, happy to be busy near the cool water in the shade while the flatlanders in Roanoke suffer record high temperatures. About that time a white SUV approaches. The coming of a vehicle is such a momentous occasion that everyone pulls up from their work to gawk. The strangers in the vehicle return gawk for gawk, and slowly come to a stop.

Now we got a lot of lookers here during those days as the neglected old house was undergoing a major facelift. The SUV slowing down in front of the mailbox was probably just another admirer stopping to compliment us on our efforts on behalf of this highly redeemable old homeplace. I'll try to not act too proud of the transformation, I think to myself, seeing as mostly I provided the financing and blueprints and a lot of the grunt work but little of the skilled craftmanship that brought about this amazing restorative wonder. I approached the vehicle as the woman driver rolled down her power windows.

"Excuse me" said the fancy lady with New Jersey license plates. "Can you tell me how you found this place?"

Just as I thought. An admirer. And I commenced in my owner's pride to tell the story about seeing the ad in the paper, recognizing the potential of the location, and a few details of where we were in the reconstruction schedule. Then there was a prenant moment of silence as the woman looked as if she might be suffering a slight cerebral aneurysm.

"I'm afraid there has been a serious mistake here. I think you are on my property".

to be continued...
Posted by fred1st at January 3, 2003 05:07 AM | TrackBack

YIKES!! LOL Come on, come ON! So finish the story for goodness sakes!! :D

Posted by: witchy at January 3, 2003 09:57 AM

MORE! Cliff Hangers... GRRRRR.

Besides the image of a Jersey Girl "suffering a slight cerebral aneurysm" next to an SUV calls to mind my ex boss, Ellen Cooke, formerly of Montclair, NJ, and recently most justly of some Women's Correctional Facility in VA.

I'm loving the image.

Posted by: Huw Raphael at January 3, 2003 04:14 PM

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