Considering the latest news on the housing front, I thought it might be a good time to show a little love to This D*mn House.
Dear House, Sometimes I get very annoyed with you. You’re too small. You’re old. You’re expensive. You’re much too needy.
But, at the end of the day, you’re mine. They can’t take you away. (Unless I don’t pay the taxes.) I’m not even ashamed to claim you anymore. In fact, I’m rather proud. So, we might as well face facts: We’re stuck with each other. While the mother still likes to daydream and regularly checks out the real estate sections, I don’t torture myself with them anymore. I’ve accepted that I’m not going anywhere. I've made my peace with it.
Things are getting off to a slow start this year, I know. But, the almost continuous worship at your altar that’s been under way for most of the last three years (and a good chunk of the past two decades, though more sporadically) is about to resume. Thanks to the economy, I’m just not sure how much worshipping we can do.
Please recognize that an awful lot of nice things have been done for you in the past 18 months or so. And a lot more things are on the horizon. So please, be cooperative. Be patient. Be helpful.
That’s not asking for too much, is it?