Somebody recently snagged a small, aging house on a good-sized lot not far from my neighborhood for $31,500 (I love poking around on Zillow.) That's less than a third of Zillow's estimated value for it. That's low even for this collapsing market. It must have been a foreclosure. I wonder how one goes about nabbing one of those? The place is actually more convenient to stores and such than this house is. I ownder if Portia would like to live some place such as that? I'd have to leave the feral kitties behind, of course. But most of them will be scattering soon, anyway.
The late summer haze has arrived. Though it brings the sky a calming shade of mauve when evening comes, it makes the afternoons yellow and distressing— especially this year. It's too much like last year's smoke, I think. I'll be glad when autumnal clarity arrives.
Despite the heat, it was possible— though just barely— to avoid using the air conditioner today. Now I'm enjoying the cool night breeze which, with luck, will bring the temperature of the house down to a tolerable level by morning. The room the kitty stays in is cooler than the test of the house, so I'm going to join her there for a while. We can watch animal planet, her favorite channel.