The Real Estate Thread: Buying/Selling/Tips/News

[doug rr]

I dont like the look of that ceiling in the bedroom

[doug rr]

leaving in an hour to go check out some apartments...picking up Ezell's chicken on the way home

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Strat]

Place came on the market on Wednesday that we were scheduled to see tonight. Kind of our dream spot for where we’re at, and I was stressed at the likelihood of buying/selling/moving. But as of this morning it’s u see contract so I’m somewhat relieved.

Didn't know you was looking!?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[wease]

I dont like the look of that ceiling in the bedroom

Not a tile fan?

[doug rr]

leaving in an hour to go check out some apartments...picking up Ezell's chicken on the way home

didn't pick up chicken but I think we'll take a place on the 12th floor for late April or early may...

[spike]

leaving in an hour to go check out some apartments...picking up Ezell's chicken on the way home

didn't pick up chicken but I think we'll take a place on the 12th floor for late April or early may...

congrats the dougs!

[bodysnatcher]

leaving in an hour to go check out some apartments...picking up Ezell's chicken on the way home

didn't pick up chicken but I think we'll take a place on the 12th floor for late April or early may...

Is it a walk up?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I still ain’t moved in

[doug rr]

I still ain’t moved in

did your check bounce?

[Alex]

i’m buying Lenny’s frownhouse.

[Strat]

and just like that, we got a house Under Contract. Minnesota here we come

Goodbye, mountains.

[BurtReynolds]

Wow Austin apartment prices have really come down since I lived here. Good to see.

[spike]

and just like that, we got a house Under Contract. Minnesota here we come

Goodbye, mountains.

The steep staircase one?

RIP Strat

[Strat]

and just like that, we got a house Under Contract. Minnesota here we come

Goodbye, mountains.

The steep staircase one?

RIP Strat

Ha! No. Different house !

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I hate all houses and everything about houses and houses

[wease]

Even steep step houses?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Even steep step houses?

More like sheep sh*t houses I don’t know

[spike]

I hate all houses and everything about houses and houses

Mo homes, mo problems. Welcome to the big boys club.