When Jessie and Mr. Moon were on their adventure, she gave him a little come-to-Jesus talk about how he and I need to communicate our wants and needs better, especially when it comes to finding a house on the water that would make us both happy. We needed to define our terms better. Be less vague. Be able to agree on parameters.
Jessie has always been the one to tell you the damn truth. She's been like this since she was tiny. "Do you like this dress, honey?"
"Not really, Mommy."
This is how she earned the title "Mean Aunt Jessie." Well, that and the fact that she's so sweet that it's funny to call her that.
And when we were having lunch the other day, she gave me the same little talk. Same advice.
And she isn't wrong.
So today Mr. Moon and I did some internet waterfront house searching. We started out with houses on lakes and went on to bays and then rivers. We found two on the Ochlockonee River in Sopchoppy, Florida that looked rather charming. Mr. Moon called about one and got some details and the guy said that no one was there and the house was unlocked so go ahead and see it on our own, if we wanted.
So we got in the car and drove down that way, had lunch at a barbecue joint, and found the house.
We both wanted to love this house. Really and truly. It was right on the water and the pictures showed a nice dock and the house looked as if it had some charm to it. There were actually two houses. One on the river and one behind it that is sort of a guest house or a rental house.
The Ochlockonee is a beautiful river and the property is very close to a state park and the house was in the woods and well... it sounded so promising, right?
There were all sorts of plants that I love like lilies and ginger lilies and clumping bamboo and scuppernong grapes, sweet as candy.
The kitchen, which looked okay in pictures
Just not very pleasing.
In a way, it was the opposite of that house we looked at on Highway 98 which I am just now realizing was actually quite a bargain and we should have bought it but it too needed things like a new roof and a new AC system. And yes, it was absolutely over-cluttered and overfilled with objects d' art and also lots of other stuff but at least most of those things were of good quality and I have to say- good taste.
"It's the Starfish!" he said. The Starfish was the cement block apartment that we rented on St. George years ago that I talked about recently. And honestly- it does resemble it. Probably built around the same time. Back when people were not afraid of building on the sand out of concrete. Or cement. Whatever. When screened in porches were just a frou-frou fancy thing that rich people had.
I wouldn't mind owning it though. And that's the truth.