Red Mosquito

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:For what it’s going to cost to remodel/repair things at our lake place like we want, we could sell our city condo and put the capital towards upgrading to a single family home in Chicago. We’re happy with our condo, but it is tempting. Also don’t want to give up our locked in rates.

No idea what the housing stock looks like in Chicago, but here the single family homes see much better market value over the long horizon

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:For what it’s going to cost to remodel/repair things at our lake place like we want, we could sell our city condo and put the capital towards upgrading to a single family home in Chicago. We’re happy with our condo, but it is tempting. Also don’t want to give up our locked in rates.

No idea what the housing stock looks like in Chicago, but here the single family homes see much better market value over the long horizon

Single family homes in the city are borderline unicorns.

giddyup

spike wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:For what it’s going to cost to remodel/repair things at our lake place like we want, we could sell our city condo and put the capital towards upgrading to a single family home in Chicago. We’re happy with our condo, but it is tempting. Also don’t want to give up our locked in rates.

No idea what the housing stock looks like in Chicago, but here the single family homes see much better market value over the long horizon

Single family homes in the city are borderline unicorns.

giddyup

Eh, I don’t think it’ll happen. The lake place needs a new roof and siding, and the garage rebuilt at the very least - which triggers the 50% rule of improvements surpassing half of the assessed value of the structure - which means we have to bring it up to code. The big portion there is lifting the house so it’s above FEMA’s base flood elevation. Fucking water properties!

Bammer wrote:

spike wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

spike wrote:For what it’s going to cost to remodel/repair things at our lake place like we want, we could sell our city condo and put the capital towards upgrading to a single family home in Chicago. We’re happy with our condo, but it is tempting. Also don’t want to give up our locked in rates.

No idea what the housing stock looks like in Chicago, but here the single family homes see much better market value over the long horizon

Single family homes in the city are borderline unicorns.

giddyup

Eh, I don’t think it’ll happen. The lake place needs a new roof and siding, and the garage rebuilt at the very least - which triggers the 50% rule of improvements surpassing half of the assessed value of the structure - which means we have to bring it up to code. The big portion there is lifting the house so it’s above FEMA’s base flood elevation. Fucking water properties!

By the time you get all that done the glaciers will have melted enough to the point where anything within 100’ of water will be underwater.

Peeps wrote:going to look at this one tomorrow

wease wrote:

Peeps wrote:going to look at this one tomorrow

Looks nice. A couple rooms will need new color on the walls. I like the basement. I also like that strange flooring in that top level room.

Peeps wrote:going to look at this one tomorrow

Bammer wrote:

Peeps wrote:going to look at this one tomorrow

*submits competing offer to drive Jerry’s price up, then bows out*

Carl Sandburg wrote: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.

tragabigzanda wrote:Is there a cap on how much of the mortgage interest payments reduce your taxes?