Apr 11 2009
The Saga Continues
Remember how I called twice about a house, but didn’t get a response? Well, the owner called me last night and said she’d been out of town and was showing the house today at 11:00. I got some details from her (built in the 1940s; hardwood floors, even in the kitchen; 1,100 square feet; garage; no extortionate move-in costs) and set off in the Saturday morning sunshine.
As I crossed the Richmond-San Rafael Bridge, it occurred to me that I have probably gone to Petaluma more in the past month than I ever did when my mother lived there. No wonder I never got that Daughter of the Year award. Just as well: it would be one more thing I’d have to find a place for. Or keep in yet another box.
The house is on a cul de sac, with a view of the rolling Sonoma hills, currently wearing their winter/spring green, though they’ll change their wardrobe to gold soon enough. It has a lovely garden in the back, with room for a vegetable garden, and a lawn bordered by flowery, vine-y plants. On a drip system! Best of all, there’s a sort of secret bower in the back of the garden, made of wooden trellises with a roof, shady and flowery and with an old fireplace.
Inside, the house has a working fireplace, built-in, curved shelves in the living room, a tiny chandelier in the equally tiny dining room, and a small kitchen with an electric (ick) stove, but you can’t have everything. Washer and dryer hook ups in the pantry with original beadboard, and a charming bathroom with the original square sink in a built-in cabinet, with little glass knobs for the drawers. And the bathtub works!
While I was filling out the application, other people started tramping through the house. The owner said she’d make a decision in about a week and let me know.
It’s going to be a long week.