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Aug. 9th, 2009 05:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clayhornikDream:
Going to the house of my sister's best friend from childhood, our next door neighbours growing up.
Driving up the main road, turning onto their street. There's construction behind their house, a sixties-ranch style duplex. They've parceled up the land and they're selling it to developers, and I'm there to help them pack up the house.
I find out how much there's getting per parcel and I congratulate them and they seem kind of melancholy, giving up their home for money. I ask the husband if he's considered going on a cruise and his response is "why would I want to do that?"
The storage place for their property is a quonset hut. There's another one next to it, like an airplane hanger. Inside, John Barrowman is being interviewed by an actor from 60's Doctor Who who played an officer in the military team they had on the show.
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Well, I looked at the property as of 2007 on google Earth and it seems ok, though there's a McMansion across the way from them. Lots of green still on the map. Probably too many mosquitos and not enough Starbucks for the developer crowd. The neighbourhood was founded a bijillion years ago by Polish immigrants out of the northernmost part of the Dismal Swamp.
Huh. Google Maps calls it "Deep Creek West." Screw that. It's "Bowers Hill."
Typing this in the dark, hoping I won't make too much noise and wake P. There's 'something' in the apt, a bug like a moth or a circket, fluttering into objects or jumping about. Nothing I can see, just hear.
That freaks me out a little bit.
Going to the house of my sister's best friend from childhood, our next door neighbours growing up.
Driving up the main road, turning onto their street. There's construction behind their house, a sixties-ranch style duplex. They've parceled up the land and they're selling it to developers, and I'm there to help them pack up the house.
I find out how much there's getting per parcel and I congratulate them and they seem kind of melancholy, giving up their home for money. I ask the husband if he's considered going on a cruise and his response is "why would I want to do that?"
The storage place for their property is a quonset hut. There's another one next to it, like an airplane hanger. Inside, John Barrowman is being interviewed by an actor from 60's Doctor Who who played an officer in the military team they had on the show.
--
Well, I looked at the property as of 2007 on google Earth and it seems ok, though there's a McMansion across the way from them. Lots of green still on the map. Probably too many mosquitos and not enough Starbucks for the developer crowd. The neighbourhood was founded a bijillion years ago by Polish immigrants out of the northernmost part of the Dismal Swamp.
Huh. Google Maps calls it "Deep Creek West." Screw that. It's "Bowers Hill."
Typing this in the dark, hoping I won't make too much noise and wake P. There's 'something' in the apt, a bug like a moth or a circket, fluttering into objects or jumping about. Nothing I can see, just hear.
That freaks me out a little bit.
