Full Disclosure

This is the view from the back patio of the nearly-ours house. The mountain in the background, across the 18th fairway, is called Mt. Hood and is 2730' high. Mr. T. insists this is tall enough to be called a mountain.



We have had to read and sign about a million pages of papers in order to buy this house. Everyone has a finger in the pot and I figure every paragraph exists because some lawyer got involved in some transaction since the first real estate office opened.

The disclosure statement for the property was pure pleasure. If these are considered warnings to the buyer I shudder to think what people in other places might have to confess. What does one have to disclose about a house in Amityville? What about Newark? What hazards would have to be put on paper in a city like Detroit? Nowhere else is the warning "Buyer Beware" more applicable than when buying a house. Barking dogs? Somebody died in the house? Poison molds? Gasses? Floods? Serial killers in the 'hood?


Here is what was disclosed to us!

A golf course at the end of the property!

Well, duh, as the kids say. Be kind of hard to miss. And this disclosure drove the property value up considerably! We don't put the golf course in the hazardous waste category.

The 2nd disclosure was the presence of WINERIES AND VINEYARDS in the area.

Again, DUH! It's Sonoma County!!! They, too, are beautiful and we are delighted to be surrounded by them here in the Valley of the Moon.

The 3rd disclosure was the presence of WILDLIFE!

This is so much nicer than finding out the house was built on a toxic waste site. The quail, deer, rabbits, turkeys and all that are always wandering by. A baby quail is called a Button. Here in SeniorLand, quail have the right of way on all roads.



I am choosing to keep the TV off during the political conventions. That is truly depressing. However, making our first check of the backyard and gathering up 39 golf balls was like being a kid on an Easter egg hunt! If I take up golf, I will never have to buy golf balls.

I have to warn my readers--I am completely absorbed in completing the house transaction, hiring painters and floor layers, getting furniture delivered after nearly one year in storage and preparing for an Alaskan cruise with my oldest friend and our mothers. If you want political commentary go read Drudge