Tonight is grocery night, so I drove to the bus station. My fellow commuter Sandy will be going along for the shopping trip. (I had to laugh because one of the days last week that the car was in the shop the Daily Act of Kindness was “Offer a ride to someone who needs it.” As if I could have!)
Driving to the depot, my head almost did a Linda Blair spin when I saw a “for sale” sign outside one of my favorite houses. It’s actually the house next door that’s for sale, but I didn’t realize that initially. So I was able to calm down pretty quickly. Good thing. One less thing to taunt myself with! I know JeanMartha knows that feeling all too well after coveting a certain barn property recently.
What I noticed though after the major realization that my favorite triplet wasn’t for sale, was that a lot of other houses were. In that block alone, I counted eight. EIGHT. One or two are almost always for sale, but eight? The next block, four. Then two. Then one block with none. So that means there are at least 14 houses for sale in a three-block area. Wow. Sounds like a buyer’s market to me.
I heard last night that the home-buyer incentive was one of the casualties of the stimulus plan but there might be an alternative credit included in a future treasury plan. Sounds like it’s something my city is going to need.