May 20, 2003
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A FEW THINGS ON MY MIND
Real estate deals, bargaining the sell.
Real estate deals, bargaining the buy.
Townhouses, single homes, real estate agents.
Ragdolls or ragmuffins?
Fax the papers, fax them back.
Where's the deposit?
Tonkinese?
Motor scooters, they are everywhere teasing and pleasing.
Hollywood, Fort Lauderdale, East of I-95, West of I-95. Where is our home?
Pack it or sell it or throw it away.
Too much junk. Will it all fit?
Not available for show, kittens just born.
Sign the contract, put the deposit down.
Offer rejected, get the deposit back.
Kittens, cuddles and cuteness.
Nice neighbors.
Slum properties too close.
3 bedrooms, 2 baths.
Too small, too big, too much money.
Too dark.
Up and coming neighborhood.
Too far from the beach.
Too noisy.
Close to golf course.
Overlooks gas station.
Mother moved away, she is happy.
Smaller worlds, larger worlds.
Costa Rica vacation research.
Reunited with old friends, not seen for 30 years. Odd and familiar.
Real estate agents.
The hand shake.
The look around.
The fast look around.
The 'try out the couch' here.
The rejection.
The hope.
The next one.
No more next ones, for now.
Get back to work.
The lunar eclipse.
The disparate times.
Comments (2)
just a few things????
I have a question. Is it you choice to leave your wonderful beach with all the beautiful sand sculputure? I've never been there but it sounds and looks beautiful (from the photos). If I lived there, I would probably dig in and never leave.
Just wondering.
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