I don’t say it out loud, even my dear husband may not know, but I make up stories in my mind when I find something interesting.
In our new place we look down on a gorgeous mansion with five chimneys, at least three floors and well over 10,000 s.f. Before we moved in here and could see it from above, we walked through a public park and saw it.
It was in disrepair, the grass is not mowed, weeds are not taken care of, and the occupants probably can no longer use their access to several patios and probably the beach below.
There was a Honda parked in the port-cochere, where one would have hoped to see a Bentley or Rolls Royce when it was built. Is a grandchild taking care of it, perhaps living in 1-2 rooms on the first floor while the ceilings fall in because of years of neglect?
What are the taxes on this property? They have to be enormous, and no-one can afford these properties any more, especially fixer-uppers. It’s in a great location, but the trees have matured so much that they probably can’t even see Lake Michigan any more.
Right below us is an interior design firm in a lovely building whose stone work is Romanesque, the building gothic, and around the entrance there is hearty French tracery stonework (tracery is not supposed to be hearty) I’ve seen at Melrose Abbey in Scotland. Fascinating.
I think (when we get all the boxes out of here) that my m-i-l will love some of the architecture in the homes along the shoreline. And living in the flat lands of Texas, I doubt she’s ever seen a seagull fly by her window!
Please send good thoughts. A family member is in the hospital with an undiagnosed illness and needs all the prayers and good karma around to get well. Thanks so much, Dee
Cooking with Dee 