The house around the corner
It's really across the street, but as it's on the cul-de-sac and on the corner, well, there you go.
The house in question was producing a lot of noise last week. Save for Monday, when I came home too late, every time I'd get out of my car after work I'd hear some sound coming from the vicinity of the house. Last Wednesday, I believe, I looked at what would be a bedroom window and noticed it was open. Odd, because it was January and literally freezing outside. I then looked at the corner of the property, and the for sale sign, which had been there off and on for years, was gone. Oh. Did they take it off the market again? Did it finally sell? I don't recall seeing a sold sign on it, but who knows. The couple who lived there were elderly, but they were original owners; they were at least in their 50s, if not 60s, when they moved in 20+ years ago. Dad said he hadn't talked to the husband since he first brought home the bike--that's over 10 years ago now. He got the bike the year I taught. I know I've seen him in recent years, as he and his wife liked to putter around their backyard, and that's what my windows look out on. I know the husband has had a dowager's hump for years, so he is very stooped over, and I imagine as they got older the house was harder for them to take care of. The wife, I'd see more of her, driving her gray car around the neighborhood running errands.
Later in the week, either Thursday or Friday, dad and I heard a big truck outside. It was loud enough that I went and looked at the roadway to see what might be coming down. It must have come from the other direction, though, because while I never saw anything, dad must have popped open the door while out in the garage and saw this big moving-style truck out there. Mom wasn't home yet, but we mentioned it to her eventually, and she did a little sleuthing to discover that the house had sold somewhere around the 15th. Oh. Well, glad they finally sold; a little sad that they're gone, but they have been trying to sell for years. I don't know if the truck the other night was for the new people moving in or this family moving out, because I don't recall seeing anything prior to that. Oh, for the days when I was home and could keep an eye on the neighborhood. The selling information likely won't be in the local paper's real estate section for a few more weeks, but at least then we'll be able to see who bought it--if it was a bank, or a family, or what. Well, as long as they're not disruptive, it's fine.
The house in question was producing a lot of noise last week. Save for Monday, when I came home too late, every time I'd get out of my car after work I'd hear some sound coming from the vicinity of the house. Last Wednesday, I believe, I looked at what would be a bedroom window and noticed it was open. Odd, because it was January and literally freezing outside. I then looked at the corner of the property, and the for sale sign, which had been there off and on for years, was gone. Oh. Did they take it off the market again? Did it finally sell? I don't recall seeing a sold sign on it, but who knows. The couple who lived there were elderly, but they were original owners; they were at least in their 50s, if not 60s, when they moved in 20+ years ago. Dad said he hadn't talked to the husband since he first brought home the bike--that's over 10 years ago now. He got the bike the year I taught. I know I've seen him in recent years, as he and his wife liked to putter around their backyard, and that's what my windows look out on. I know the husband has had a dowager's hump for years, so he is very stooped over, and I imagine as they got older the house was harder for them to take care of. The wife, I'd see more of her, driving her gray car around the neighborhood running errands.
Later in the week, either Thursday or Friday, dad and I heard a big truck outside. It was loud enough that I went and looked at the roadway to see what might be coming down. It must have come from the other direction, though, because while I never saw anything, dad must have popped open the door while out in the garage and saw this big moving-style truck out there. Mom wasn't home yet, but we mentioned it to her eventually, and she did a little sleuthing to discover that the house had sold somewhere around the 15th. Oh. Well, glad they finally sold; a little sad that they're gone, but they have been trying to sell for years. I don't know if the truck the other night was for the new people moving in or this family moving out, because I don't recall seeing anything prior to that. Oh, for the days when I was home and could keep an eye on the neighborhood. The selling information likely won't be in the local paper's real estate section for a few more weeks, but at least then we'll be able to see who bought it--if it was a bank, or a family, or what. Well, as long as they're not disruptive, it's fine.