22-V-2010.

From le blogue:

Consumable houses?

Funny though, leafing through houses for sale (pardon! no houses at all - they're all homes already, even empty), I'm amazed at how many of them address the potential buyer as a consumer.

Huh? The house you're selling is a consumable? Selling to termites perhaps? How long will it last? Suppose I buy it, and then what, I'm supposed to consume it and buy another when I run out of this? Like, say, toilet paper or ink.

And that's coming from real estate agents, or the special subspecies thereof, the realtors (who are special because they formed a club where they accept only club members, or some other circular definition). Huh, again. These guys have to go to special courses, where they learn all the tricks of the trade, what to say, what not to say, what never ever to say... and then they leave this kind of a gaffe. Or is it?

To them, you are not His Exelency The Customer. You're a consumer. Your purpose in life (and anywhere else) is to keep buying houses homes and keep bringing them income. And the hou... home is more and more a consumable indeed - the materials getting cheaper, the walls thinner, more and more plastic in sheeting, doors, windows, gutters, anything... so yes, it will be consumed.

But it will be paid about twice if you take that loan. So it balances out.

(... 21 word...)

The Juliška has parked exactly on the line yet again, so I took yet another pic of how you can't leave the vehicle (basically a tank... aka SUV or a pickup) without opening the door all on our side. I got a dozen of such pictures.

The beans in the jardiniere are growing against her shed, progressing tall, too bad we won't be here. The oleander blossomed nicely - yellowish white, taller than me. That's the one we grew from the sapling taken in front of the hotel('s dependance suite) back in 2001 right here, took it back to A-burg, moved it twice until we settled here, and here it grew like crazy.

The wee tree behind the chairs is Lena's grejpfrut (grapefruit), which we didn't call gejfurf (gayfoorf, as per the legendary inscription on a price tag in Rodić, photographed by Škrba back in 2006 or so, which photograph then danced 20 times around all the internet). Its history is even longer. It began as an experiment, what if we planted this seed. And it sprouted. We were still on the first address in A-burg then. It moved with us all three times, and now that we have the house it'd move inside for the winter, then out in the spring, and also into a larger pot as it grew.

Around 2006 we forgot to bring it in, and it was covered with icicles as the thaw water dripped from the eaves. Despite being an evergreen, it'd lose all of its leaves, then regrow them in the spring. It had sizable thorns and never bore any fruit.

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Mentions: Annenburg (A-burg), blogue, Gradivoj Škrbić (Škrba), Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Juliška, in serbian

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