Twilight House

Well, it's mine. Complete with one working key and three doors that are missing keys.

The post is called Twilight House because that's what it seems to be. It's situated at the top of a hill in a quiet neighbourhood. The sun rises over the garage and slowly moves across the back of the house, casting the front kitchen and living room into shadows. A lot hasn't been done since it was built in the 1950's, and the most manageable changes, I'm arranging for now. New doors. New windows. And eventually a new bath and kitchen, with some floorspace in the attic being converted into liveable space.

After all, what's the use of having a full-sized weaving loom and stained glass making equipment if one doesn't have work space?

What needs to happen before I can move. Furniture! And dishes, since I literally don't have anything except a couple of baking pans. Giving up coffee means no coffee maker for the time being -- I wonder though since I'm down to about two to three cups per week if I downsize and have one really good cup of coffee... have to ruminate some more about that one. Or take more Prilosec.