Bizarre home story

As many of you know, Brianna's been househunting. She had a relatively small amount of money awarded to her (finally) after having been rear-ended by a landscaping truck several years ago and needed to invest it wisely so she'd have funds available in the event she needed another back surgery any time in the future.

The depressed housing market and the $8,000 tax credit incentive were working in her favor. But, like I said, her budget was pretty small, so very few homes were available in her price range, in a decent part of town and in fairly good shape.

After several months of researching homes online, Brianna narrowed it down to a few to look at. Together, with her realtor, she and I headed out one day last week to visit the top four choices on her list.

Three were absolutely horrid. Of those three, two were unbelievably structurally unsound -- one had a crack so large in the bedroom wall that you could see into the bathroom and the other provided a crazy funhouse effect, thanks to the sloping floors. The third horrid home was so filthy it made us want to gag but the unusable floor plan was the main reason for deletion from her list to consider further.

The fourth home we saw that day was the one. It was in a great location near her church, not far from work, in the same neighborhood as a friend. It was a HUD home and needed some work, but she and her realtor put in a bid. And she found out in less than 24 hours that her bid was accepted! She was getting a home for $30,000 less than its appraised value (an August 2009 appraisal). The inspection proved there were no major problems. Brianna will be a homeowner ... after all the HUD hoops are jumped through, of course. But being a cash deal with a completed inspection and appraisal, it's basically a done deal.

So why the "Bizarre" in the title of this post? Well, it will be a wonderful home for Brianna and Hunter, and I know that for a fact because ... and here's the "bizarre" part ... IT'S THE TOWNHOME JIM AND I BOUGHT FOR OUR LITTLE FAMILY IN 1984! Not just a townhome in the same neighborhood or the same complex where we bought our first home, but the exact same home with the exact same address!

This wouldn't be incredibly surprising if we lived in a small town where homes are recycled with families all the time, but the population of our city is creeping up on the half-million mark. So for Brianna to have this exact home basically fall in her lap, with nothing else even remotely close to being what she wants, in her budget range and the location she wants to live, is bizarre. To say the least. I think you'll agree.

It's the house where our two little girls ...

... became three.

Where stockings were hung ...

... and pumpkins were carved.

Where happy, vibrant Granny came to visit.

And Grandma, too. (When her grandchildren numbered five; it's now closer to 25!)

It was the first stop for Grandma and Grandpa Jerry just after their wedding ceremony.

And a great place for hanging out at the pool.

The fireplace was a prime spot for posing ...

... and roasting marshmallows, too.

It's where our little family was made complete. It was our home, in every sense of the word, for three happy -- yet humble -- years.

Now it's Brianna's. And there's something weirdly satisfying in that.

Brianna will make it uniquely her own, the memories of three goofy little girls getting their bearings there will fade. It's where she will get her bearings as an adult ... on her own ... with an empty canvas awaiting all her HGTV-gleaned ideas ... and no mortgage -- hallelujah!!

So she's got her car ... she's got her home.

Brianna's ready to roll!

Bird song

About a year and a half ago, I started taking piano lessons. I've always wanted to learn to play and the key elements in allowing me to do that at my advanced age lined up in early 2008: The sale of our previous home provided funds to purchase a gorgeous old oak upright and I had a friend who had a friend who was kicking off a career as a piano teacher and looking for adult students. Oh, and I had a regular income that afforded weekly lessons ... which is no longer the case so I'm down to just twice a month for now which may not seem like a huge difference but, believe me, it is.

But anyway, the lessons were my first exposure and instruction in reading music. And although I'm very far from the 10,000 hours Malcolm Gladwell posits in Outliers is the key to expert status in any endeavor, I'm getting better and no longer have to recite every good boy does fine or great big dogs fight always every single time when trying to find my spot on the scale. (I just have to do it sometimes now.) My newfound skill has given me a sincere appreciation for written music.

Pair that appreciation with my fondness for wild birds and a lifelong fascination with the way they perfectly space themselves on electrical wires (yeah, I'm weird) and you'll see why I find the following short video so beautiful. Regardless of your musical or avian interests, I think you'll be impressed by the creativity of the man who created this, too.*

In his own words, Jarbas Agnelli says: Reading a newspaper, I saw a picture of birds on the electric wires. I cut out the photo and decided to make a song, using the exact location of the birds as notes (no Photoshop edit). I knew it wasn't the most original idea in the universe. I was just curious to hear what melody the birds were creating. Here I've posted a short video made with the photo, the music and the score (composed by the birds).

Birds on the Wires from Jarbas Agnelli on Vimeo.

*I really don't like posting a video two days in a row, but this one was hard to pass up.

The Saturday Post

Tomorrow, Sept. 13, is National Grandparents Day. And contrary to the belief of most cynics (and I must include myself in that group on this particular belief), Grandparents Day was not created by Hallmark as a way to bump up their sales during a slow time of the year.

Nope, chalk it up to the efforts of Mrs. Hermine Beckett Hana, who, in 1961, made it her life's goal to educate the young in the community about the important contributions senior citizens made in the community.

After years of Hermine's valiant efforts, in 1978, President Jimmy Carter signed a proclamation designating the first Sunday after Labor Day as National Grandparents Day. The purpose of the day: "... to honor grandparents, to give grandparents an opportunity to show love for their children's children, and to help children become aware of strength, information, and guidance older people can offer."

Now, that's all fine and good, and it's info that's been clogging up my news feeds and Google alerts for the past week. But what I just learned this morning -- and what I want to pass along to everyone here -- is that, believe it or not, there is an official National Grandparents Day song! It's called, creatively enough, "A Song for Grandma and Grandpa," penned by songwriter Johnny Prill.

And thanks to the wonder of the Internet, I can present to you this cheesy heartwarming video of precious children belting it out for Nana and Papa! Enjoy!

(SORRY... THIS VIDEO LOST IN BLOG MAKEOVER)

Royal briefs

I've had a few people ask me if the briefs in the photo header above are mine. No, they're not; that's a picture I purchased. But if I had chosen to photograph and display my real undies to the world, that would have been my choice, not the doings of some disrespectful public.

Not the case with Queen Victoria. Seems the discovery of a royal set of briefs -- bloomers and matching chemise -- has created quite a hubbub across the globe.

The undergarments, apparently handed down to a servant after the queen's death, will be on display at Kensington Palace in the near future as they're now considered to be of "national importance."

Importance? Yeah, right. I think it's more the shock and awe of seeing the 52-inch waist on the bloomers that will attract gawkers.

Poor Victoria. I'm sure that's something Britain's longest-reigning monarch would surely rather have kept secret.