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As you know…. Stephen King is from, and still lives in Maine. His home in Bangor is a veritable tourist attraction and people drive from far and wide just to take selfies in front of it.
But now?
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You could save time and gas by purchasing a house in his neighborhood.
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Imagine knocking on Stephen’s door the next time you run out of sugar while baking. Surely that’s worth 900k.
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In the continuing makeup inspired by weird things trend…
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Chocolate scented nail polish? Ewww. Who needs random people trying to lick your fingertips in the Covid era.
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This makes me even more reticent to go down in the husband’s crap filled cellar. There no telling what’s been living down there….
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Real estate has always been astronomical in my state but the recent inflation in the housing market is now completely out of control.
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As far as I’m concerned there’s only one mistake. Eating it.
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At this point, a Mats car is probably easier to book than anything from Hertz or Avis.
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When you’re searching for a new home, there are no perfect houses. Some don’t have enough closets. Some have hot pink bathtubs. Some are in Alabama. ( A joke. No hate mail necessary. Roll Tide! )
Here’s one in a very nice section of Virginia. Homes of this size in that area go for a million plus… but it just sold for $200,000 less. And the reason wasn’t a lack of a wood burning fireplace.
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Small garage? You can enlarge it.
Out of date kitchen? You can remodel it.
But people living in the basement? That’s got to be a hard spin for even the most talented of realtors.
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Someone is living in your basement for three years, brings a friend… and you couldn’t be bothered to kick them out?
I can’t even imagine this scenario.
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Read the following listing carefully.
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Possibilities of seasonal views. Which means – From your heavily wooded lot, in the dead of winter when all the trees are bare, if you stand on the edge of your bathroom sink and crane your neck to the north? You might see a tiny section of ice covered pond water.
Technically they’re not lying, but still.
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten loves his toys. He loves them so much he shreds an average of one a week.
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It’s a veritable catnip mouse slaughterhouse around here.
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That sums it up nicely.
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Do I need that?
Now that you mention it… I might.
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This sounds like the perfect summer cocktail.
Cheers!
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Am I the only one who does this? You see something and think to yourself… I need to blog that. Then you save it on your camera roll only to have it languish there for weeks because it doesn’t deserve its own post?
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Yeah, like that. Weird, probably worthy of a joke, but not enough to build a blog around.
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And I’m sure that’s perfectly delightful, for everyone but the chicken who’s suffocating in a plastic bubble and probably terrified at the cornucopia of sweaty flesh on display at the shore… but an entire post? No.
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Maine real estate has always been high, but right now it’s absolutely insane. When the average median price for a house is 3/4’s of a million? You know people have lost their minds. And in case you’re wondering, the cheapest price shown is in a town that was nothing but redneck trailers and two bedroom ranches a decade or so ago.
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Yes, I could blog about how no one but the wealthy can afford a home up here anymore… but that’s too depressing.
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So I’ll end with Lord Dudley Mountcatten helping me make the bed.
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Needless to say, the bed did not get made that morning.
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Bethel is a lovely little mountain village with some quirky shops.
With a heavy accent on the Yeti for some reason.
We stopped in a gallery….
Filled with local artists…
Moose…
And numerous paintings of vegetables.
Thanks, but I prefer them on my plate… not my walls.
Heading out of town we passed a gorgeous old Victorian.
And a stately old colonial.
A home like that would be my dream… that, and enough money to buy one of those grand old dames and update their interiors.
New houses have no charm.
We cruised along enjoying the scenery…
And the views.
Damn, could you imagine having that for your back yard?
Not too shabby.
A little farther down the road the husband spotted some new construction and turned in to check them out.
By the look of the views? I knew we couldn’t afford it.
The properties were a good size.
With special attention paid to make sure no home blocked another’s view.
So if I win the lottery?
Look for me living here in the autumn.
Number 15 looks just fine…
We have a version of this sign over our way, so it tickled me to see one in the mountains.
Yes, those really are all the names of Maine towns.
Day 6 done, we headed back to our resort for dinner at Camp.
I liked the upscale rustic theme…
Sitting under a lighted canoe…
And a yummy salt brined citrus roasted chicken dinner.
Crazy real estate agent’s photos part 3, and let’s start it off with a bang.
Or a boom as the case may be..
There’s so much wrong with this I don’t even know where to start. Aside from the obvious WTF factor…. this guy looks like he’s getting ready to goose you. Why are his hands open wide? Why do you have to reach into his chest to flush? And considering what he must see everyday… why the hell is he smiling?
Wow.
Someone clearly had too much time… and acrylic paint… on their hands.
Just your normal bathroom/dining room combo…
And bathroom/kitchen combo….
And bathroom/bedroom combo.
Porches.
Not just for outside anymore.
When you live in the city… but your wife really wants a cow.
Because sun shade awnings are stylish anywhere.
Proof positive there is such a thing as too much togetherness.
Truly.
I’m not sure what’s more disturbing about this bizarre bathtub… the fact that it’s covered in carpet?
That it has 4 decorative poles?
Or that it appears to have an electric heater installed on the side?
I don’t know.
I really don’t.
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