@shahnm@stolicat well you can have the bunk room, sure! In my mind there is a large master suite with walk in closet, soaking tub, steam shower w multiple shower heads in the back of the house with big windows so I can soak and enjoy the view! I can sleep there
@daveinwarsh@LaVikinga I’m noticing a severe lack of proper flotation or safety devices for that pool. I also noticed no safety-oriented signage visible for the bathers. There’s hijinks and malarkey to surely ensue at that location!
@ChompyGator After living in the sticks for 21 years, I have learned that it is amazing how far sound will travel with the right atmospheric conditions. In my case it’s normally peace and quiet and birdsong, but on certain days, it’s traffic and trains.
I would prefer more of a condo than a penthouse. Who wants to take care of a sprawling manor, the cleaning, the grounds, the insufferable staff? Every time I give them a paycheck it’s always, “Ohhhh…ahhh…look! Master gave Dobby a sock.” Who needs that kind of abuse? Besides topiary animals creep me out. Once I got lost in the hedge maze and …well I digress.
The manor without neighbors sounds great. If I need to use power tools or crank my music or bass amp up, I just don’t give a damn regardless of where I live. I make quite a bit of loud noise every night after I check meh.com. I guess I could at least avoid some awkward encounters.
I pay an unbelievable amount of money to live in a 4 floor walk up apt in the middle of Brooklyn and always wonder how these motherfuckers afford their fancy apts just 2 subway stops away. Let alone Manhattan. Apt envy is in every NYer’s blood.
I live in the middle of nowhere now. I have to drive everywhere, mow the grass, shovel snow, rake leaves, have the septic pumped out, maintain the well, take my trash to the dump, clean out gutters, and paint the place every 3-5 years. I just had half the roof replaced, and the furnace is limping along with only a year or so left in its lifespan. Last year someone bashed my mailbox and half of the rest of them on my road. And last night my nearest neighbor, 1/4 mile away, decided to have an hour-long fireworks display that nearly drove my dog insane.
If I had a penthouse apartment, someone else would attend to all the maintenance, city laws would contain the mayhem, and I could at last discover what leisure really is.
I have too many hobbies that don’t go well with apartment living. Neighbors tend to frown when you shoot a competition bow in the hallways or practice kumite over their heads. Not to mention needing space with ventilation for combustible gasses and a glory hole and kiln. Then there is the pet issue…
• can’t play music
• don’t have room for things
• am surrounded
• get to pay what I am told to pay
• own nothing, have no authority to so much as fix anything
• hate the woman who lives above me. She is my arch enemy.
A penthouse would help, but a secluded manor would really solve the domicile issue.
Neither. I want about 1200 sf, pre WW2 (or at least pre 1970) home in a nice, quiet neighborhood where people hang out on their porches, with a smaller yard (I hate yard work), relatively close to all the cool things that happen in cities. I want a big front porch where I can hang my grandmother’s porch swing, have some gliders… and hammock in the back.I also want it located near the mountains and also a reasonable drive to the beach. Not in a flood zone, not in earthquake land, preferably where tornadoes and hurricanes are rare. I want it to be sunny a lot (grew up in the snow belt and not much sunshine) but not where it is a zillion degrees at 99.9% humidity for months on end nor where there are blizzards all the time. I want all 4 seasons. Hmm this is going to be hard to find I think.
Not thrilled with either. Guess a penthouse with a roof top space and near a big park for the dog would be better. NYC has gotten so expensive all the nice mom and pop stores are gone. That makes getting stuff hard. The middle of nowhere is a pia too. Drive miles to get milk. Dog wouldn’t have any dog friends to play with. Plus now you have to worry about coyotes. Although there are 2 eagles living 3 miles from here (they have a nest right on the border of NYC and long island, so they are officially city birds.
Despite my love for cars and driving, it has become such a PITA that if I never drive again, I don’t much care. I was at my healthiest when I had to walk everywhere, or if the ultimate destination was too far, walk to the bus stop. So I prefer to live where I can walk for most needs and Uber for the rest. Also, I tend to hibernate but I know having contact with other people is good for me, or so they say.