13 November 2002


Sonya and I went to look at a house in Metairie tonight. It was a lovely little house with a big, beautiful backyard. A little old couple lived there; they'd been there forty-one years and had just celebrated their fifty-first wedding anniversary. They were pretty cool.

Unfortunately, the house had done some major settling. It was like standing on a gently sloping hillside. The realtor said it would cost about twenty thousand dollars to fix and I was all like, "I ain't got that kind of money, sister."

But what happens if you don't fix a house that's settling? Does it eventually sink into the earth, Titanic style?

Anyway, I don't think I'm buying anything that needs twenty grand worth of repairs as soon as I move in. That doesn't seem too smart.