The Biggest Quirk

The biggest quirk of the Yellow House weighs in about 230 and is around 76 inches tall. (that would be Mr. C) (pulling pig tails goes both ways)  But the second quirkiest thing is on the side of the first building aka the shop.  I’ve been meaning to ask Mr. C how long it took him to notice this. He is clever and observant so I’m pretty sure he saw it within a week of living here.

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What the what? I know what a leach line is but this leach line is impossible because we paced it off and the leach line is way way out from the house and almost against the west property line.  Mr. C bought the house and land from the original owners’ estate and there are a few stories floating around about the fellows and their sister.  (I think she died twenty years before they did)  They were an eccentric pair, these brothers and were well known to the construction community here because they did most of the basement construction.  That explains a dynamite house but nothing outside of buried treasure or a wicked sense of humor explains a map to a leach field on property that uses city wastewater services.

I think the reason he didn’t teach me to use the tractor was fear he would return from Almost Canada to pockmarked land and an absent caretaker. Brother and I threatened to start digging a couple of times and the look Mr. C gave us shut down our piracy ideas. It’s not that he is greedy and worried we will “steal” his treasure but he doesn’t want a bunch of holes on the property…

Which is hilarious and eccentric all on it’s own given I not only live on the outskirts of a little big town but I live on the edge of a giant and annoying prairie dog town so we are surrounded by holes. What would be a few more, right?

What the what? I know what a leach line is but this leach line is impossible because we paced it off and the leach line is way way out from the house and almost against the west property line.  Mr. C bought the house and land from the original owners’ estate and there are a few stories floating around about the fellows and their sister.  (I think she died twenty years before they did)  They were an eccentric pair, these brothers and were well known to the construction community here because they did most of the basement construction.  That explains a dynamite house but nothing outside of buried treasure or a wicked sense of humor explains a map to a leach field on property that uses city wastewater services.

I think the reason he didn’t teach me to use the tractor was fear he would return from Almost Canada to pockmarked land and an absent caretaker. Brother and I threatened to start digging a couple of times and the look Mr. C gave us shut down our piracy ideas. It’s not that he is greedy and worried we will “steal” his treasure but he doesn’t want a bunch of holes on the property…

Which is hilarious and eccentric all on it’s own given I not only live on the outskirts of a little big town but I live on the edge of a giant and annoying prairie dog town so we are surrounded by holes. What would be a few more, right?

About Laura

When my nest emptied I moved from the big city to a little big town to tend to a ramshackle yellow house on the edge of town. These are my Yellow House Days.
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4 Responses to The Biggest Quirk

  1. tbellkindred says:

    What a cute story and what a life you lead! Visiting you from Women of Midlife! Are you coming to BAM? Would love to meet you in person! Teresa from NanaHood.com

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    • Laura says:

      I am not going to make it to BAM as it looks like I’ll be in Mexico on a vacation over that weekend! BAM looks like a great event. I can’t begin to say how much I appreciate the Women of Midlife, so much support, networking and resources. Thanks for stoping by Theresa and I’m happy others are content with Nanahood. LOL I’m not ready…not close to ready even.

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  2. I think there might have been a slight mix up…or some really good wine!

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