Just a few more steps and we're almost there.
She's a one-of-a-kind. A tall drink of water. A long leggy supermodel of a house; one with, no doubt, an endless list of demands, each requiring immediate attention.
She went on the market a few years ago, at a very reasonable price.
It's possible I would have bid, but only after a due consideration, of course. A careful weighing of the pros and cons.
Pro: It looks like a lighthouse!
Con: The plumbing alone will break you.
Pro: But it's round!
Con: Have you thought about roofing? Siding? Wiring?
Pro: But it's round!
Con: What this house needs will crush your spirit, keep you up at night -- crying, leaking, seeping, flickering.
Pro: But it's round!
Fortunately, I have my own pile of rubble to keep me up at night, so I missed out on this golden opp. Still, my thought? If you're going to suffer all the shit home ownership throws in your general direction anyway, suffer for something fabulous.
Located on Grace Hill in South Pasadena, and originally a water tower for an 1890's manse, this three-story wonder has a view of the San Gabriel Mountains from La Crescenta to San Berdoo, and about 1,100 feet of functional living space. That's not counting the winding staircase in the middle, and all the air in between.
My photos would be better, but while engaged in some light trespassing, I ran into the owner. Albert saved the day; the owner liked Albert. She patted his head a couple of times, too polite to ask what we were doing in her backyard.
I said, "I envy you. It must be wonderful to live here."
She half-nodded, and tapped Albert on the nose in an absent, my-mind-is-otherwise-engaged sort of way. "I find it " she said, "exhausting."
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