We'll he is a lot of fun, and he minds generally. He'll keep our trip interesting to say the least. If Hatfield won't boldly drive us into strange countries, dh will and and we'll end up in amazing places. And no I don't mean jail ... although that could happen lol.
The rent on our first house rent was $110.00 a month, and we paid the utilities, and they were cheap. It was 960 square feet, but we had a nice size living room, and good size dining room that dh kept his aquariums in there. I grew things on top of our freezer under florescent lights, the kitchen was a good size. I had a washer and dryer in there. The bathroom was long with floor to ceiling cabinets and a built in dresser with drawers and huge mirror. We had two small bedrooms and lots of closets. It was on a private dirt road with thirteen other houses in the city, and again more room than we needed at the time.
We would buy the house in 1980 for 29,000. Well,we bought three houses on the street and joked about becoming slums lords. We moved dh mother and grandmother into the one across the street from us in 1976 and after a falling out over giving Anna a sip of beer (eight months old) she didn't speak to me for five years. My sister moved into the one next to us to be close to family, when her husband was laid off and his new job was in Minnesota, and he flew home on the weekends. My brother bought a house on the corner and all our kids grew up together. My sister and I both would love to live back down there again. Almost everyone in my family lived in our house except my mother. When we bought our present house in 1983 ($75,000 at 11% interest and that was a bargain. It would go up to 13% later on. The people we bought it from had bought it in 1973 for $23,0000. A $50.000 profit.) my sister moved into our house and in 1989 after she moved we moved my father into it after he had a stroke, and my other sister moved there when she came home one day and everything she had had been stolen from her apartment so she helped take care of him. I'd made a promise when I was quite young that I'd take care of him when he was old, and reminded my of my promise. Hell I was three years old at the time. I would watch him die. The first person I've even seen die. Another story for another time.
Anyway, this time of the year brings back a whole lot of memories, and there were few happy ones.
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It would grow worse. Still interested?