Stairway to Nowhere in Postcards 4

George and I headed off to the second wave of that Point Loma estate sale on Saturday Morning. The first time I was there, all I saw were the books. The second visit, we had been allowed into the garage and the first floor and I hadn’t looked beyond these. This time, I saw the Mission Style house and it’s adaptations with far clearer eyes.

Lovely, big rooms opening out toward the bay. Marvelous built in bookcases surrounded real rooms not just combined spaces. French doors between the living room and the hall. French doors opening into the dining room. Delightful bathroom tile and a tub placed in the center of the very big bathroom. A real pantry. A sun porch too. All this on a large hillside plot of land.

Which had been sold off bit by bit. Closed off stairways led to the space where there had once been a street on one side. The same on the other side. Now homes lived in these spaces. The original front entrance stairs were also closed off now leading only to a wall. Sometime in the seventies, a shaped pool and hot tub were installed in the old front yard. Now it was filled with algae in several shades of green.

The mom and dad died sometime in the nineties. Their son lived in collapsing rooms in the basement while the over full, upstairs rooms moldered.

• Himself: Gym. Fighting with his new Windows 8.1 work computer. Not happy at all.
• Herself: Half effort at the pool first thing. Visited with my program mentor. Begun a new inventory. Discovered I forgot my breakfast.
• Reading: A just arrived volume 3 in the Brady Arizona mysteries. I had not read two, three, or four. Stopped by bookstore and found more Bishops. Will see if I can buy them used.
• Gratitudes: The beautiful day. Books. Clear thinking.