Red Mosquito

tragabigzanda wrote:I f’n hate the term “bonus room” so much.

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.

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Jorge wrote:What is that?

I read this as “why is that.”

A bonus room is an extra room in suburban homes: it’s not a bedroom, and you’ve already got a living room. So it’s like a second living room, but it can be repurposed for whatever.

I hate everything this word represents.

You made up the “suburban homes” part.

spike wrote:

Chris_H_2 wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Jorge wrote:What is that?

I read this as “why is that.”

A bonus room is an extra room in suburban homes: it’s not a bedroom, and you’ve already got a living room. So it’s like a second living room, but it can be repurposed for whatever.

I hate everything this word represents.

You made up the “suburban homes” part.

you got ripped off.

Bammer wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:I f’n hate the term “bonus room” so much.

As opposed to … rec room?

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.

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.

Coach wrote:Just make sure to turn the bonus room into a bedroom when you go to sell your house so that you get the best value for it.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Bammer wrote:

Bammer wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:I f’n hate the term “bonus room” so much.

As opposed to … rec room?

Answer the question

Got no problem with rec room! The intended usage is clear; it does not connote a level wealth that you're just rolling in so much extra residential space that this one particular room's usage is up for discussion.

tragabigzanda wrote:

Coach wrote:Just make sure to turn the bonus room into a bedroom when you go to sell your house so that you get the best value for it.

pro move

Coach wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Coach wrote:Just make sure to turn the bonus room into a bedroom when you go to sell your house so that you get the best value for it.

pro move

Had a "three bedroom house" and sold it as a four by placing bed and bedroom furniture in bonus room.

epilogue wrote:

Coach wrote:Just make sure to turn the bonus room into a bedroom when you go to sell your house so that you get the best value for it.

Okay sure, but does it have a window?

epilogue wrote:

Coach wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

Coach wrote:Just make sure to turn the bonus room into a bedroom when you go to sell your house so that you get the best value for it.

pro move

Had a "three bedroom house" and sold it as a four by placing bed and bedroom furniture in bonus room.

So it did have a window

Coach wrote:

epilogue wrote:

Coach wrote:Just make sure to turn the bonus room into a bedroom when you go to sell your house so that you get the best value for it.

Okay sure, but does it have a window?

It doesn't matter, if it's big enough to fit a bed and somewhat close to a bathroom they will let you call it that. Your Realtor would know for sure.

epilogue wrote:

Coach wrote:

epilogue wrote:

Coach wrote:Just make sure to turn the bonus room into a bedroom when you go to sell your house so that you get the best value for it.

Okay sure, but does it have a window?

It doesn't matter, if it's big enough to fit a bed and somewhat close to a bathroom they will let you call it that. Your Realtor would know for sure.

Not true. Where I live, it can't be a bedroom unless it has a window.

Coach wrote:

epilogue wrote:

Coach wrote:

epilogue wrote:

Coach wrote:Just make sure to turn the bonus room into a bedroom when you go to sell your house so that you get the best value for it.

Okay sure, but does it have a window?

It doesn't matter, if it's big enough to fit a bed and somewhat close to a bathroom they will let you call it that. Your Realtor would know for sure.

Not true. Where I live, it can't be a bedroom unless it has a window.

I've seen it before where you can't technically list it as a bedroom, but you can put a bed in there and make it look like a bedroom and call it something else.