Chickens — the non-counting thereof
Posted by Lissa on July 19, 2010
There’s just a possibility that we might be moving.
PROS: Warmer weather, cheaper property, lower cost-of-living, political climate more in tune with my current thinking (which includes more gun-friendly attitude), closer to Mike’s family
CONS: Farther away from family and friends, job-shopping for me (and oh, it’s a great economy for that, is it not???), moving (which is ALWAYS a horrific pain in the butt), more gun regulations (remember that once you get an A license here there are very few restrictions on where you can’t carry)
Mike flew to the potential Lissaville South on Thursday and I followed him Friday night. We spent Saturday wandering around and trying to get a bead on the town.
How does one assess a possible hometown?
Well, you try to hit the hot spots.
First on our list was the library. (No, not the one belonging to The World’s Most Dangerous Librarian. A different one.) We don’t often go the library, except to vote — sorry, we’re all about Kindle books nowadays — but I feel like it offers a good feel for the locals. A dirty, dinky library full of VC Andrews and no Twain would be worrisome. In this case, a small but bright and clean library with a decent selection and perhaps twenty kids (with their parents) gave me good vibes.
Next on the list? The local animal shelter, of course! (Bet you thought I was gonna say the gun range. You did, didn’t you?? Mike checked one out the day before I got there, so we concentrated on Fiction and Furry Friends for my day about town.) The local no-kill shelter was clean, welcoming, well-appointed and home to about fifty adorable cats. At the Lissaville Shelter only volunteers can open cages; if a customer is interested in a particular cat we’ll put them together in a petting pen. Here, though, we were allowed to open cages and cuddle. So I spent the ten minutes of our visit wandering around with a mini-Rajah kitten cradled in my arms. Purr!
Next up? Farmer’s market! We didn’t try the barbecue, crepes or nuts — but I *wanted* to 🙂 I checked fruit and vegetable prices — which varied from reasonable to Holy Cow Awesome — and found the biggest and weirdest cantaloupes I’d ever seen:
Um, they don’t look like that at my local Stop ‘n’ Shop. They also don’t cost a buck. Mutant Cantaloupes, yay!!
We also spent a good portion of the day driving around and looking at houses-for-sale. I went to my very first open house! As I wandered around opening closets and gaping over bathtubs, all I could think of was that scene from Can’t Wait to Get to Heaven. You know the one — where Norma and her realtor friend barge into a house to get the jump on the RE/MAX folks, only it turns out the sign adverstised a HORSE for sale, not a HOUSE. 😉 Oh, and also? The Zillow.com app ROCKS. You can drive down a neighborhood and scan the houses for sale, zero in on one, and learn
– how many bedrooms/bath/sq feet
– how much they’re asking
– how much it sold for in the last go-round (even if that was fifteen years ago)
– how much similar houses sold for in the last few weeks
Living in the future is AWESOME.
We also checked the local mall. For kittens.
Those darlings are a dead ringer for my poor little Jolie (RIP) and Rajah before he grew gargantuan! There was also a leashed pit bull available for adoption — a beautiful copper-colored animal named Diamond, who was a perfect blend of goo, adoration and begging friendliness. I enjoyed the reaction when a fawning couple asked after his breed and learned he was a pit bull. Man, they’ve got such a bad rap — it just ain’t fair. (And no, we didn’t go to the mall to adopt animals; it just so happened they had an adoption event going on at the local pet store. I attract these things like you wouldn’t believe.)
Anyway. It was a lovely visit and I’ve got a good feeling about this. I’ll keep y’all posted 🙂