The Results Are In: I Never Learn

So after our last ill-fated dabbling in house buying activities (those of you who've been with me for a while, I'm talking about Bailey House.  Those of you who are just tuning in, the sad story is in the archives somewhere.  Complete with pictures!), you'd think I'd have learned.  Do not get emotionally attached to a house- in fact, do not even LOOK at houses- until this one has sold.  That is a fantastically good idea.  I should really consider following it.

Next time.

For now, I have fallen in love with a house.  In Memphis, of all places.  It's beautiful, big enough for Clan Donaldson, and has a pool.  And a play set in an area securely fenced off from the pool.  And the neighborhood is goregous.  And people in the neighborhood all know each other.  And there's sidewalks.  And it's within walking distance of a bookstore, a spice shop, and a bagel bakery. 

I have already envisioned myself living there, idly writing one of my many successful books poolside, while my Army of Darkness (a.k.a. the kids) frolics in the water.  School lessons will, of course, be easier to master in this house, IQs will grow to astounding levels, outweighed only by the strength of our Faith, Hope, and Charity.  The ozone layer will repair itself!  A sane and effective health care will emerge!  Poverty and homelessness will be eradicated!  The national debt will be paid off!!!

But only if I get this house.  So ask around. I'm sure you all know someone who wants to buy this one.  If you don't do it for me, do it for your country.