I have more than once had people who used to stay here with family members come by and ask if they could walk around the fields. (Which they did, and I talked with them a bit.) I’ve never had any of them ask to come into the house. If somebody did – I picked that it would depend on a number of factors.
I bought my house from the old man who had built it and lived in it for 50 years. That was 21 years ago. He moved to Florida to live with his son and he’s probably dead by now. I guess his son could show up. If he showed me ID, I might let him in. He himself would be an old man now and most likely harmless. He didn’t have kids so no grandchildren to be curious.
The day after we moved in, Revenue Canada came knocking at the door looking for the owners. I didn’t even know they did that. From what I’ve learned, the previous owner was a crooked as a dog’s hind leg, but I don’t see what it would hurt to give him a tour. He already broke into the yard once, the week we moved in, to take back a lawnmower he’d left (which we would have given him, but he didn’t ask).
A complete stranger might be casing the joint, but I don’t think we have anything with great resale value, so all they’ll learn is that we won’t be worth their time. That said, I don’t even know what burglars take. Jewelry, I guess, and maybe laptops?
Yeah, I’d be very wary of burglars casing the joint. But if I got a good vibe from the person, and if he had ID, old mail or something else proving previous residency, I’d consider it. The lady we bought our house from had lived here for more than twenty years, though, so such a visitor is unlikely in our case.
During the 2004 presidential campaign, I’ve read, Paul Newman was in NE Ohio stumping for the Dems and went by his Shaker Heights childhood home. He showed up on the doorstep, unannounced, and asked if he could come in and look around. The current owners recognized him, of course, and were delighted to invite him in. They took some pictures with him and were glad to hear his stories about growing up there.
My house is 96 years old, but including us, only four families have ever lived in it (and we’ve been here for 28 of those 96 years). I know the names of all of the three other families, and so, with a little ID, I might well believe them, and offer a tour, once I’ve had a chance to tidy up a bit.
Sorry, @by-tor, but I’m going with “other” whether you offered it as a choice or not.
I’d have to see exactly how the phrase was being used. I can imagine either sounding better depending on the sentence structure, neighboring words, placement, etc.
I encountered John in the study, scribbling furiously.
John was furiously scribbling in his notebook.
Previous owner? I’m calling 911. My gf and her then husband had the house, barn, etc built. The man they purchased the land from has been dead for 25 years.
SO ended up doing this this weekend. She went to friends near her hometown & went a little early & drove done her old street & stopped to take a picture of the house from her car. Someone looked out the window & then opened the door & stated, “Can I help you?”. She explained who she was & they invited her in. The present owners bought it from her parents so they do know the name, & she did help them out a dozen years ago so once they remembered that she wasn’t a totally unknown stranger, just someone they had contact with once, 12 years ago.
I’m the second owner of my home & I do know the names of the people I bought it from. They had a kid who was about 4 when they moved. I doubt he’d remember much from living there.
I visited my Mother’s old house a couple of years ago. As with Spiderman, the current owners came out to make sure I wasn’t casing the joint. I introduced myself and that my Mother had grown up there. They asked if I was a <Mother’s Maiden Name>. We chatted a bit. I asked if I could see my uncle’s room, where my brother and I would stay when we’d be shipped up there in the summer to help my Grandfather with his sheep. They declined, which was fine. I walked around the property a bit. The old spring house was still up (barely), but they had torn down the silo - good thing, it was a deathtrap. The sheep barn was gone, and the back pasture was now a neighborhood full of McMansions for the NYC weekenders.
The enemy of healthy living (for me) is destructive habits.
Emphasis on the plural!
But the one that probably has the biggest impact on healthy living as defined by weight an nutrition is probably stress and comfort eating/drinking.
I mean, with the leadup to the elections and the stakes involved, it is taking a monstrous amount of will to NOT be drinking most nights, or buying comfort food on each grocery trip.
That’s on top of my already noticeable tendency towards stress eating, and eating out of boredom/desire for enjoyment.
Which aspect of healthy living do you find the hardest?
Giving a fuck.
Forty years ago I was on a road trip to southwestern Colorado hitting up the various narrow gauge railroads that had been in the area. Tracing the Rio Grande Southern I wound up in Ridgway and found the station there that had been turned into a residence. It was just not oriented right though, for where I knew the tracks had run. A woman was watering flowers outside and must have seen my puzzled expression before.
“Trying to make it work?”
“Yeah, it’s just not fitting right.”
“We turned the building 90-degrees when we bought it.”
She then invited me inside for a look around but I politely declined, not feeling comfortable poking around a stranger’s home.
Doee anyone have a decoder ring for the solar mass poll?
When you’re rude to someone on a bright sunny day, that’s solar sass.
Is a toothache molar sass?
My parents bought the house I grew up in (they moved in when I was a year old) and sold it to a family who still own it. My sisters and I were driving through our old neighborhood about 7 or 8 years ago. We actually got the gumption up to knock on the door. The homeowners remembered us a late teens/early 20s kids, so they let us in. They made some major changes, and it was really interesting. I’m glad we did. Nice people.
My younger sister and I bought our condo as a new build, so anybody wanting a look around their “previous home” is a liar/potential scammer.
As it happens, my childhood home - which I haven’t lived in since, jeez, I think it was late 1985 - is now on the market. Over the weekend I saw the Zillow listing and 30-some photos. It looks much the same on the outside, but has changed a lot on the inside. I can’t say as I approve of their interior-design choices - a lot of white and bright red. But I’m glad I had a look.
I’m afraid that what I thought of was molar pregnancy; which is not the same thing, though it does involve a mass.
I couldn’t remember the technical name for a “watery mole,” so I went to Old Mrs. Google. There I found no hits directing me to the correct answer*, but only to leaking nevi and, horrible to contemplate, a TikTok entitled “How to Fix Watery Mole Sauce.”
*which is “teratoma,” my brain belatedly informed me.
Yeah, i think they have slightly different meanings, so it depends.