Just a few more days - until Spring Break - in the house, which was looking especially fine today in the half hour or so of sunshine that suddenly appeared. I think it's the dining room extension, with those long colonial-style doors, that gives it a little bit of distinction - when my parents built it out, in 1994, it certainly made inside seem much larger, too. Of course, if one takes a close-up look, all the wood on it is now rotting and splitting. I don't have any illusion about what the house's fate will probably be: on a good-sized plot of land in what's thought of, these days, as a highly desirable cul-de-sac, it's almost certainly someone's dream site on which to build something twice its size. This is, without doubt, its best angle, too - as the guy who came to evaluate it for probate purposes said the other day, on entering, "it's not exactly a looker from the road, is it?" I bristled with defensiveness on its behalf. Admittedly, much of it hasn't been touched since 1961 - "oooh, vintage!" said someone else of the taps in the downstairs cloakroom, recently - but, without question, it's still - just - home.
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