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This homeowner is taking ‘Boat Planter’ to a whole new elitist level. I have seen rowboats and canoes made into planters, but this motorboat is a first. It is hard to tell what year it is because all the interior appointments are covered with dirt. I looked up Starfire and they make several varieties ... hard top, soft top, no top and yachts. This is probably a ‘no top’... at least it is now. I’m guessing a model made in the 1980’s. The nice thing about fiberglass is that it stands up to the weather. I am afraid they are going to try to steal the market away from my ‘Garbage Truck Planters’, which frankly are not selling too well. Someone spread a wicked rumor that they are trashy.
If you are interested in the flowers, I think the plants are Impatients. Any corrections are welcome. Have a nice weekend.
Just because I love finding Halloween decorated houses & yards
Am not sure you can see them but these homeowners even put smaller skeletons in each of the windows flower boxes
This is another porch built by the dynamic duo, Earl and Daryl. These homeowners wanted a glassed-in porch. I can’t figure out if the porch is a foot deep or if the boys just knocked out the front wall and slapped the glass in its place. It is obvious that Daryl lost the level again because there is a definite sag in the middle. This is another house with the well placed strategically in front of the door. It would be a tripping hazard if there were actually steps to get in and out of the house. I know there is a trailer parked in the carport, but I still think this house is abandoned. HWW
The proud homeowner saw me taking photos and invited me to come into the yard to get a closer look. I declined but appreciated the invitation which tells of his glee in his decorating skills. He was pleased that I noted the changes in his annual display.
from a garden down the street. I walked by these just about everyday this winter and stopped for a visit with the homeowner today. I have now adopted these dried sunflowers and given them a good home.
These homeowners have created landscaping on their country property as beautiful as just about any that I have seen. I paused here on May 16, 2018 for some photos while returning home from the Big Boy Cruise-in at nearby Brooklyn, a pleasant small town in southeast Michigan's Jackson County.
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No dark cloud on the horizon daunts you when you know you own a home to share with someone you are in love with
Homeowner has fright? Hmm...I'll have to work on that one!
After 2 trips during the early part of the storm on Saturday, I vowed not to leave the house again. I crocheted the rest of the day while listening to the Nutcracker on vinyl and drinking bourbon spiked hot chocolate.
After I was already in bed, I realized I had to get something out of the car. I'm glad I was forced to go out because the sky was this amazing shade of orange and everything was coated in ice. The wind was blowing the trees sounded like a million ice cubes clinking in a glass. It was magical.
DEAR HONORABLE PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA,
The pictured above realtor signage are engulfing my street and neighborhood.
PLEASE, Sir, place on the agenda an urgency and high priority of HOUSING ECONOMICS, so that the young and the retired senior citizen homeowners can stay in their prized possessions....their hard owned homes.
Thank you.
Below, is one the many sad scenes that I have witnessed this year. Please let me share it with you.
Thank you for your compassion, and congratulations on your election.
FORECLOSURE...FORECLOSURE....FORECLOSURE.....FORECLOSURE
by
James Hiram Malone
TODAY IS TUESDAY. Atlanta's sun beams brightly down on a displaced furniture pile on the front lawn of a family's residence. The mountainous array of items evicted from the now empty house have no privacy. A great big Atlanta blue sky is the roof over the household personal belongings.
YESTERDAY WAS MONDAY. Every piece of the now open-air furniture was neatly and functionally arranged in that now abandoned seven room house. The sleep-good full size bed, matching dresser, and the chest of drawers that passers-by gawk at, once held fort in a ten foot by twelve foot upstairs bedroom. Nearby, on the grass, an electric alarm clock, whose face reflects the sun rays is set at six am as it was on the family's night table.
TODAY, TUESDAY, the open door refrigerator is bringing slow death of the freezer foods. Water drains like life's blood from the box and vapor steams wave to the waiting sky. The popular king-pin refrigerator that once coolly cornered the nine by nine foot kitchen succumbs to the heat of the day.
The leaning-on-the-side stove fizzes an aroma of gas that escapes from a dangling unplugged coil outlet. Circling flies engage in fierce battle as they hover over food remnants on dishpan plates. A laundry basket longing for soapsuds testifies that this home dweller was taken by surprise.
A tossed-on-its-back lounger, crushed under the impact of pots, pans and table lamps, misses being in that thirteen by thirteen foot living room in front of that TV set. And this unplugged TV electronic device screen now reflects and focuses all-day news to the pedestrians gawking at the front lawn's disarray. This is the picture of the tragedy of a family that got lost in the budget crunch economy and received foreclosure notice and was evicted to the streets.
A round dining room table strained with books, jars, cleaning supplies remembers being loaded down with plates of food in that nine by nine foot dining room. And especially on holidays. Unopened gallon cans of beige interior wall paint, a hammer, nails, screwdriver will not decorate and repair the house, scatter leisurely on the lawn. An ironing board, relaxes forlornly under the heat of the sun. Various brands of alcoholic beverage bottles and glasses lay huddle together, ready for another Saturday night party.
Flung-out-of-the-closets, mother-of-the-house dresses and father-of-the house suits lay wrinkled on top of an empty bookcase. Walking, jogging and playing family shoes lay inactive in the corner of the lawn. Ripped-from-the-windows, curtains, shades, now not giving privacy to household items, resign themselves in the shrubberies.
Pages of photo album leap out family memories onto the lawn. Baby Molly's first steps and grandma's birthday. Children's dolls, trains, checkers say “Come play with me!” Banged-up card table and scattered playing cards miss Uncle Joe's laughing, “I bid six!”
Broken picture frames, flower pots, and spilled prescription medicines onto the lawn suggest the movers were not sympathetic in evicting the family.
Pedestrians and motorists later seeing the AUCTION sign, mutter, “Ain't it a shame,” knowing full well that FORECLOSURE can happen to them without a moment's notice.
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a little house wren has decided to make her home in the nesting box down in the peach tree on our front lawn.
Our homeowners' association held a block party Saturday night to allow the residents a chance to get acquainted. The company and food were both good and conversations lasted until after the moon rise. I had brought out my camera to take photos of three precious babies (those photos yet to come) so when someone noticed the moon rising over the trees I was ready - or as ready as one can be with no tripod nor high powered lens.
I wish you all a good week!
Join us in the Haunted Hollow for live Tarot Readings & Live Trick or Treat!
These free 3-card or 6-card readings are conducted on voice (You do not need to speak, but you do need to be able to hear). Just show up, wait by the fire and you will be called in order.
We will be reading on the following dates/times:
Friday, October 29 9:30-10:30 am SLT
Saturday, October 30 5:30-6:30 pm SLT
Readings are limited to one per person.
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Want still more Tarot? Join us on Friday, October 29th @ 3pm SLT/Pacific: TAROT @ TEATIME, Live from Haunted Hollow. The show will focus on the “Gateway & Transition” cards of the Tarot — the ones that show a new pathway when they are laid in a spread. Join us in world at Haunted Hollow or listen on the web!
And wait, there is MORE!!!
Haunted Hollow is participating for the 7th year in the[ free bird ] LIVE Trick-or-Treat event!
The Seventh Annual LIVE Trick-or-Treat Event features only residential homes!
Take a guided trip that leads Trick-or-Treaters to festive SL houses, where the homeowner is present for a "real life" Trick-or-Treat experience!
No sign up required and the event is FREE!
Costumes ARE required and treats can be found at every stop!
The tour begins at the [ free bird ] main sim, and continues around the grid. Simply follow the directions in chat once you arrive to get started!
This is a FAMILY FRIENDLY event!
Costumes and Decor must fit PG-13 Guidelines.
Pick up your HUD here:
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And start TREATING!!!!!
TOUR DATES AND TIMES:
FRIDAY OCT 29, 11AM – 1PM SLT
SATURDAY OCT 30, 7 – 9 PM SLT
Stay Tuned!
Excerpt from the brochure:
It features many unusual shrubs and small trees, a pond, a number of whimsical touches, and charming pathways in both back and front gardens. This garden was entirely designed and is maintained by the homeowner.
Homeowner's Associations (HOA) are a uniquely American Invention, that seems un-American. It is a group of people who tell you what you can and can't do on property that you own, and you pay them for the privilege. In exchange for this intrusiveness they are supposed to do things like trim the weeds around the lake. As you can see an epic fail.
Homeowner mural on alley off Indian School Road NE in Alvarado Park neighborhood near Uptown in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
And relax! Me in my 20's (with hair!) enjoying a hot july vacation, scanned from 35mm Kodak print. Taken, I think, on Canon AE1-program kodachrome. Director's chair was a present off my Auntie. The Pyracantha bush was soon chopped down as it was full of huge sharp thorns.
Homeowner talking with FDNY Firemen about an electrical issue after power-line was knocked out by tree falling down.
We did it. We bought a house. In San Francisco. It's a bit hard to believe for us as well to own a bit of land on the other side of the world - but we now got the keys in our pockets. There will be a ton more photos of the house, the neighborhood, and the views from the property. Good Bye Russian Hill, Hello lovely Bernalwood.
Homeowner casually cleans his house, using the fleeting rays of sunlight the day has yet to put out.
“One day you could be a homeowner,” he said grasping at the door that wasn’t his but was in a mercurial dream. The door was whispering that he did not own property.
“You don’t own property,” said the duplex. “You’ll never own your own space, loser.”
The young man stood as if to ignore a talking duplex in a world that lacked color because the artist made the grand choice of removing it in lightroom. He imagined a great fire dragon attacking the duplex for insulting him but he knew it was true. He couldn’t afford property let alone a duplex.
“Dick,” he said, walking off to photograph more cool looking homes and buildings, unable to afford them but at least he could photograph their soul.
Seen at the Skansen Folk Museum in Stockholm. This woman is dressed as a 1920s-30s allotment owner. The hut behind her sits on a garden plot where working class families spent the summer while they tended their allotment gardens.
More information on allotment huts at Skansen can be found here.
Family / Pack / Dogs - IMRAN™
(Chapter 4: Duke & Princess Found & Lost)
While Tommy and Poppy were living the good life with my parents in Punjab, I was living in Karachi with my maternal grandmother, for the better schooling available there. My mother's youngest brother convinced my very religious grandmother to let us have a dog.
That is when a beautiful Doberman puppy came into my life. Duke's parents lived down the street from us. Houses there have boundary walls 5-10 feet tall, depending on each homeowner's choice. The home that Duke was born in actually had the first Beware Of Dog signs I ever saw in my life, in 1975. Those dogs would actually scale and jump over their 8 feet walls, which no one would believe unless you got to see them. That is why watching the Belgian Malinois dogs show their skills in John Wick 3 was such an extra joy, as a reminder.
Initially actually we got a pair of puppies, just like Tommy and Poppy, whom I named Duke and Princess, because Duchess just did not sound that great. But someone else in the dog-parent owner's family wanted the female so we just took Duke. What a dog he was. Smart, attentive, and agile. Even when he was a puppy, as I had seen with my own eyes, he was able to pounce and capture a sparrow that flew past him one day!
Unfortunately, in the summer of 1975, my 24 years old uncle was murdered while staying over at a friend's home after a party. It happened the night my mom had happened to visit her mother and siblings in Karachi, so it was a switch from the happiest of family times to the darkest moment in the lives of our extended family which many of us agree that side of the family did not fully recover from.
During all the madness that ensued, some well-meaning but not very educated visitors tried to take Duke away from the home for that time. Many traditional, religious, and conservative families, and other people were streaming by for days, and a crying or barking dog would impact the sanctity of the sad rituals ahead. Sadly, that caused Duke to get lost at night in a nice part of town, Clifton.
I never saw him again, though I am certain he would immediately have been taken in by one of the many dog lovers in that area. Perhaps somewhere in old photo albums there may still exist a photo of Duke with me. This painting image is my homage to that wonderful puppy. Though I only had him for a few months, even as the ripples of time wash away events in the past, the vivid vision of Duke, sitting attentive, ready to pounce on the next adventure, or the next bird flying by, remains painted in my memories.
© 1975-2020 IMRAN™
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These homeowners have created landscaping on their country property as beautiful as just about any that I have seen. I paused here on May 16, 2018 for some photos while returning home from the Big Boy Cruise-in at nearby Brooklyn, a pleasant small town in southeast Michigan's Jackson County.
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Homeowners in Carmel love to name their cottages. This owner is poking a little fun at Clint Eastwood who name his restaurant in Carmel The Hog's Breath.