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    This page is...I've decided, where I get to spew and share my opinion. I'll change it as often as my schedule allows and sometimes maybe, even sooner depending on how I am feeling about "stuff". I'll tell you now that it will rarely be about music or playing the violin except for the times when it is. I invite you to spew and share as well. For an archive of my previous opinions, click here. Email


    Recently I bought a house. Well, that's not exactly accurate. I bought a house in August of 2001. The reason I use the word "recently" is because it is only now (or a month or two from now) that I will actually get to use the house. You know...go there, sleep there, live in it?

    Well my house is about a 2 hour car ride from the city, so I'm thinking this is absolutely do-able. I'm all excited about buying a first house. I remember my grandmother telling me practically every day of my life the importance of owning land. This house has 87 acres, ponds, a guest house, a barn and a tennis court. Even a tennis court. Since playing tennis would ruin my arm for good, I was faced with the decisionÉshould I play tennis or the violin? Tennis or violin...hmmmm. Anybody want a tennis court???

    Okay anyway, so I go to the closing feeling very proud of myself. I even brought a bottle of whiskey so we could all celebrate afterwards. There were 12 lawyers, the former owner and me. None of the lawyers wanted a drink, but the former owner is Irish, so she and I toasted and celebrated and laughed it up. Looking back on that day, I see now why she was so happy to sell the house.

    The next two years involved a lot of paperwork. Why??? I'm still not sure. Something about changing the status of the land to agricultural land, something about my hay not being healthy, hunting restrictions, plowing the two thousand foot driveway, leaking ponds, and a duck poop situation.

    Did I mention that this sprawling estate is in the country?

    Then came the next phase.
    "You're gonna have to syphen the oil out of your tank, miss."
    "I do?"
    "Yes, and also half of the house should really be torn down and rebuilt."
    "It should?"
    "Yes, and that roof needs to be replaced."
    "It does?"
    "Your septic tank is filthy."
    "What's a septic tank, sir?"
    Many, many checks were written during this period of time.

    Phase three.

    Luckily for me this wonderful man named Kevin (the nephew of the previous owner) has helped me through all of this. He is my right hand man, my man Friday, my saviorÉ.I think. So let's tear down that rotten part of the house and build something really great!!!!

    Now it starts to get frustrating.

    The fact that there are only three guys in the entire area with licenses for construction slows the whole process down quite a bit, let me tell ya. Eight and a half months later we have demolition!!!!!! Then, wouldn't ya know it, winter decides to come. The three guys go home for the season. Finally, I get word from my main man Kevin that everyone is rarin' to go as soon as the weather turns in our favor. I get excited once again, and sure enough, 5 months later one guy shows up with a hammer. I am ecstatic. Kevin hired everyone from the carpenter to the electrician to the plumber and most recently the pool guy. Hey c'mon...after all this trouble, a girl deserves a pool!

    Okay so now things are really cookin up there. I write checks for huge amounts every week it seems. And sometimes when I have a day off from playing concerts, I get to go up there and spend a whole two hours and then get right back on the highway again!

    Many decisions need to be made now.
    "What kind of boiler do you want, maam?"
    "A good one that works, and please don't call me maam...I am too young for that title."
    "Where do you want your main circuitry to be?"
    " the house?"

    Did I mention that I have lived in a city my entire life?

    The one request I made was first met with silence and ignorance and then later a great deal of laughter. I requested a bidee (sorry I don't know how to spell it). Anyway the guys thought it was hilarious. What the hell do they know about feminine hygiene after all.

    Okay folks, having related all that I have so far, allow me to wrap this up. I went to my house two weeks ago. Another one of those two hour deals. There stood a real house. With a brand new roof and bathrooms and bedrooms and walk in closets and antique tubs and white pine floors and cedar decks, and the best plumbing and electricity and carpentry a girl could ask for. Looks like I can start moving in furniture and stuff pretty soon!!!

    Oh I am still writing checks, only now I do so with a huge grin on my face. I have a beautiful house waiting for me surrounded by 87 acres of gorgeous rolling land and the toilet works. My grandmother would be so proud.

    But what the hell do I know anyway.


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