#and the workshop could easily be converted to have a family room and a little mini kitchen

[knifegremliin]

back from the open house and aghhhhh. i am once again falling in love with houses that we can't afford :(

[justjessame]

Starting Over Chapter 18

The box took both Connie and me to drag out of my parents’ room because I refused to have this “party” she mentioned in their room.  We pulled it into my bedroom and Bryn’s eyes lit up at the sight of the wrapped packages peeking out of the top of the box.  

“Don’t you dare, little girl,” her mama admonished, “these are Brooke’s presents.”  

The pout that popped onto Bryn’s face was worthy of a medal, so I asked if she’d like to help me with the burden of unwrapping my bounty.  With a squeal that probably made dogs howl a few blocks away and an addition of hand clapping, she hopped onto my bed and waited patiently for me to join her while Connie rolled her eyes at the two of us.  

“I’m pretty sure I only gave birth ONCE,” she squinted at the both of us, but her grin came back easily as she pulled out the first package and handed it to me.  “THIS one,” she tapped its ‘Happy Birthday’ wrapping paper, “is the one that’s MOST important so open it first.”  

It was kind of big, which made me curious about why it was on top.  Mom hated things to be out of sorts.  Big on bottom and angled to smaller on top, that way nothing got broken or squished.  It was heavy too.  Offering a side to Bryn, telling her to be careful of the paper, so she wouldn’t end up with a horrible cut, we worked to get rid of the paper first.  The box under it gave nothing away, since it was just plain cardboard, clearly repackaged by my parents.  

Opening it, I felt the breath leave me and my eyes started burning.  “He didn’t JUST put out feelers,” Connie offered, sitting down on my other side, while Bryn’s tiny fingers were gently touching the shiny black and silver that was waiting inside.  “There are cards inside of people who were interested in talking to you.  And he went to EVERY single store, talked to ANYONE who claimed to know anything about the best equipment, this is the best camera and accessories, Brooke.”  It was, I knew it was, because I’d coveted it during my school years, high school and college.  The electives I’d allowed myself to play with had been photography and THIS camera was the dream.  

The rest of the gifts were just as thoughtful.  Mom had bought me the things that mom’s think to buy their daughters - perfumes, pretty clothes, and the silly kitschy stuff that dads don’t always think about.  Dad kept picking up more accessories for the camera.  Tripods, flashes, he even bought me antiques - things he knew I’d find joy in.  Connie was right, my parents had known me more than I knew myself.  

We had lunch, sandwiches and chips, before we moved to the shed.  I had no idea what was waiting for me.  I mean, what could my dad possibly have left to surprise me with after all THIS?  

He had TWO things, actually.  Because Dad was nothing if not an overachiever.  Once lunch was finished, and Bryn was cleaned up and ready to go outside, I grabbed the key to the lock and we headed out.  

“Still having Demetri do the yard?”  Connie asked, taking stock of the hedges and the grass.  I nodded.  “He’s not doing too bad, but you might want him to pay more attention to that one -” she pointed to a side that I didn’t notice and sure enough it was a little off.  

“You’re such a -” I snorted, but then sobered, because I was an adult now too.  Shit, that was sobering.  Unlocking the shed, I braced myself.  The shed was actually basically a garage that my dad used as his workshop.  So I knew it would smell like wood shavings and varnish, which was a scent I associated more with him than his cologne to be honest.  

As the door opened, I was distracted by the dust motes dancing in the sunlight for a moment, but then the flashed on something shinier and my mouth dropped open.  There, in the space where a car SHOULD have always set, but usually our family car had set at the curb was a car alright.  Just not the car I remembered, since it had been totaled by the asshole who killed my parents after a night out on the town.  

It was gorgeous, but I’d never seen it before.  “They had Joey and his brothers working on it for awhile,” Connie’s voice seemed to be coming from down a LONG tunnel.  “Your dad said you said something about liking this model -” 

I’d been thirteen.  Dad and I were out together, while Mom was having a girls’ day.  He’d taken me to a car show and I was enjoying the day with him, looking at the different cars, the oldies and the weirdly macho looking ones too.  I’d seen it from across a field and just lit up, or so he told the story that way anyway.  A ‘66 Mustang GT Convertible in candy apple red.  I’d been mesmerized and Dad had jokingly - so I’d thought - promised that he’d get me one, one day.

Well, here it was.  In the shed.  The same candy apple red, the same convertible top.  And all I really wanted?  Was my dad to be beside me to tell me that I was glowing and to laugh about it.  

It took me a few more beats to get my shit under control so I wasn’t falling completely apart.  The car was pointed out, so I could drive into the alley and onto the street and NOT into my backyard and through my damn house.  Connie had the keys, but she told me there was a set in Dad’s bedside table too.  

That wasn’t my only surprise in the shed.  My dad had actually partitioned off the side, so the car fit perfectly, his workbench was still there, but he hadn’t really been in the creative mood while I was gone - saying he’d get back to it when I came home and got my damn car out of the shed.  It was in this sectioned off part, a room of sorts, that my other present lived.  

A dark room, in case, “you want to work with the photographs ‘old school’,” Connie offered, showing me the chemicals he had stored appropriately.  “The paper is over here -” she showed me, and I was more than impressed.  “Your mom helped, she looked it all up and came in here and set it up.”  

All of this work, on the off chance I came back.  A car, and a possible future - ‘just in case’.  I looked around the room, the overhead lamp the only light since they truly understood the assignment of “dark room”.  My parents were amazing and I -  I felt like a weight was being added to my chest, like I was losing the ability to draw breath.  

“I wish they were here,” it came out a breath, but I meant it so much.  “I -”  

“I know,” Connie came over, she was holding Bryn, but that didn’t stop her from hugging me too.  “I know, Brookie.” 

[muertawrites]

Muggle Magic (George Weasley x Reader)

Summary: George Weasely hires a squib to help him out in the shop, only to learn that magic doesn’t always require a wand. 

Word Count: 3,100

Author’s Note: Remember when I said I was gonna post this a few days ago? lmao that was clearly a lie. But it’s finished! And I’m actually really proud of it and I promise I’m not gonna delete this one like the last couple fics I’ve posted because I’m convinced that this one doesn’t suck! I might also be posting more regularly now since I started a new antidepressant that actually makes it so that I want to do productive things with my time and constant need for escapism. I hope you like my first Wizarding World fic because there will be more, considering its the one fandom I let myself get somewhat obsessive about. Enjoy, dearies~ 

                                             ~ 💀🌸 Muerta 🌸💀

( masterlist )

Working for George Weasley brought magic back into your life. 

He hired you a little over two years ago, and to say he took a chance on you was an understatement; you were a squib - come to London to get a master’s degree in the hopes of becoming a muggle historian - who had stumbled into Diagon Alley in an attempt to reconnect with your magical roots. You’d stepped into Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes during a rare moment of calm when the shop was empty and, noticing the history books peeking out of your bag, George struck up a conversation with you, mentioning his father’s long-lived love of muggle culture. 

Despite the stigma you carried, your first conversation with George offered him a shortened version of your life’s story; how you convinced your family to send you away to a muggle boarding school when your letter to a magical institution didn’t arrive by the time you turned eleven, spending your teenage years learning everything there was to know about living outside the magical world. He enjoyed your wit and passion, your lively intelligence, the comfort you had with yourself in the face of discretion, and, deciding that keeping anyone else around would be a bore after making your acquaintance, offered you a part-time position in the shop to help pay your way through grad school. 

Of course, your adjustment to the magical world after years separated from it was a challenge.

George kindly let you live in the apartment above the shop, taking rent out of your pay so that you didn’t have to bother converting such a large portion of your income into muggle money every month. Work, however, was a much more significant struggle; having no wand to help you manage the store and its immense inventory, you had to arrive early to most of your shifts in order to organize and replace product by hand, often putting yourself in danger traversing the stock room’s stories-tall ladder. After a particularly terrifying fall in which you narrowly avoided death, George took it upon himself to get you some help where genetics had failed you; he enchanted about a thousand paper cranes to pull stock for you, retrieving and storing anything you needed on command. 

“With them around, what do you need me for?” you’d teased him, quietly thankful for his care to ensure no loss of life or limb would befall you under his watch. 

“Eh,” he’d grinned, “they could never agitate me quite as well as you do.” 

Though it was odd returning to a world you could never fully be part of, working for George Weasley made the vertigo of reassociation fun. He always had some sort of funny little trick up his sleeve, be it something malicious, like slipping sugar cubes into your tea that made your hair turn into ostrich feathers or jinxing the cash register to shoot fireworks at random when opened, or something winsome, like making it snow inside as the winter holidays approached or enchanting your textbooks so that their lessons leapt off the page, playing out before you in a theater of paper mache. He engaged you in his own work, inquiring your aid in developing new products, and was deeply interested in yours, enraptured with your retellings of a history he was unaware took place so near to his own. He even brought you books on magical history from Flourish and Blotts, stopping weekly on his way into work, suggesting you consider taking up the practice of teaching the subject.

“Seriously, you should look into it,” he told you. “If I’d had you instead of Professor Binns, I might’ve actually cared enough to pass a class.” 

During slow hours, you and George would sit at the counter and eat lunch together, talking about everything and nothing and anything else in between. You told George about your childhood; how, growing up, you dreamed of doing things you would never be able to do, the horror you felt having your life’s path ripped from under you at such a young age, how you managed to find yourself again through art and history and literature. He told you about his own youth; the boisterous years of his life spent at Hogwarts, the incredible fantasies and ambitions he and his brother would dream up during late nights spent awake in their shared bedroom, the gaping hole his twin’s absence left in his soul the night he died. George was fourteen years your senior, but you were able to laugh and grieve with him as easily as if you’d been born a day apart. 

You loved working with George. Being a part of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes gave you a sense of belonging you’d never felt before; You often felt caught between the magical and muggle worlds, standing in the threshold between the two but never able to set foot into either. In the shop with George, however, you could exist without conflict - the halves of your universe were indistinguishable from one another, and for once in your life you finally felt whole. You’d found your home in the last possible place you ever expected to.

As much as you loved the shop and your employer, there were certain things about your job that drove you absolutely insane - namely, the parchment bookkeeping system. It was true that all things ancient and antique were your area of expertise, but trying to keep track of a business with nothing but quills, ink, and a stack of heavy, leatherbound volumes was what you envisioned was similar to experiencing the ninth circle of Hell. Opening and closing every day took ages, and George’s office was so cluttered with paperwork that finding anything amongst his things required a full-fledged expedition into every cabinet in the building. Fed up with the chaos, you decided it was time to bring the wizarding world (at least the corner of it you occupied) into the Twenty-First Century. 

“What the hell’s all this?” 

George furrowed his brow in bewilderment as he traversed the stairs into his office, where you were seated at his desk in front of a shiny new Mac. 

“A computer!” you told him, grinning. “We’re going to use it to help run the books. I sent an owl to your dad asking if he had anything like it laying around his shed; he sent this over last night.”

“So it’s a muggle thing,” George assumed, setting his briefcase beside the monitor as he pulled up a chair beside you. 

You nodded. 

“I’ll teach you how to use it. I’ve been here since six scanning files into it; we’ll be able to access and keep the books in order much easier now.” 

You opened the spreadsheet you’d made outlining the last quarter’s numbers, smiling proudly as George’s eyes widened in awe. 

“That’s incredible,” he said, leaning in to inspect the screen. “But what about our ledgers? How can this thing hold all of that information?” 

You giggled at his curiosity, thinking it a bit adorable how out of touch he was. 

“I’ve kept the ledgers so we still have physical records of everything,” you explained, “but having it all at hand on the computer will make the boring parts of the business a lot easier. I’ve got everything matched up with my laptop, too, so I can open and close quicker and all the numbers will be sent right to you.” 

George quirked a brow. 

“Laptop?” 

“It’s a small version of a computer,” you told him. “The screen and the keyboard” - you pointed each of these parts out - “fold together like a notebook so I can take it with me wherever I go.” 

George shook his head, clearly baffled by the complexity and convenience of muggle technology. 

“Blimey,” he mused. “I never would’ve guessed muggles could do all this without magic. It’s bloody brilliant.” 

You rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself as you gathered one of the volumes you’d been searching through and returned it to its place on the wall of shelves overlooking George’s desk. 

“You need to give us more credit,” you bantered. “Muggles are a lot more magical than you’d think.” 

The rest of the morning was spent digitally organizing documents and giving George a crash course in computer science, by the end of which he considered himself an expert in the subject. When the shop opened at noon, you could barely pull him away from his desk. 

Aside from the morning’s excitement, the rest of the day ran as usual. You spent the afternoon fluttering around the building, keeping and moving inventory while George used the weekday calm to hole himself up in his workshop and concentrate on new product. By the time evening rolled around you were adequately exhausted, deciding to settle behind the counter with a book and a cup of tea while you waited to close. 

“You said something earlier,” George announced as he finally returned down the stairs - the first time you’d seen him in hours - “about muggles and magic. I can’t seem to figure out what you mean.” 

“Good evening to you, too,” you greeted him, glancing up from your book and shooting him an amused grin. “What’s got you confused?” 

George hoisted himself up onto the counter, turning so he faced you and folding his legs beneath him. For someone fresh into his early forties, he still acted much like you imagined he did as a teenager. 

“You said that muggles were magical,” he reminded you, “but you can’t be, really. Not without… well, y’know, magic. I can’t see what can be so magical about a world that doesn’t have what ours has.” 

You shut your book, setting it in your lap as you searched for the right words to describe what you were thinking. 

“It’s not… magic in the magical sense,” you attempted, earning a strange look from George. “Muggle magic is more about… defying the odds than doing the impossible. It’s also about how things make you feel. Things people have done and created… situations and experiences that inspire awe; that make you feel like you’re living outside the regular world.”

George continued to gaze at you, his eyes narrowing as he attempted to process what you were trying to convey. 

“Like what?” he wondered. 

You thought for a moment, folding your arms over your chest and leaning back into your chair. 

“... Cathedrals,” was the first thing that came to mind. “When you stand in the center of a cathedral that’s been standing for hundreds of years, and you think about how incredible it is that something so lasting and beautiful could have been created by people who had so little in resources compared to what we have today. 

“Or music. Like, how does something as simple as sound cause us to feel so much emotion? A good song can make you feel joy or bring you to tears and can connect strangers to each other in such an intimate way. I think it’s the most magical thing we have.”

George smirked at you. You noticed a new brightness in his eyes when your gaze met his, and you watched, bemused, as he slid off the counter and onto his feet, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“What else?” he asked. 

“Medicine,” you replied. “We can cure things most people died of fifty or sixty years ago. We can replace our organs if they’re not working properly - there are even labs that are working to grow organs outside of the human body or replace those that don’t work with artificial ones. We can even change the way we look if we want.

“And,” you stood up, pulling a pen out of the vase you used to hold quills beside the register, “there’s technology. Muggles have incredible technology! I mean, look at this - millions of people in this world who possess the ability to perform magic and yet you’re all still using quills you have to re-dip in ink.” 

George chuckled at you, leaning in as he took the utensil from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours and leaving a delicate tingle in their wake. You couldn’t help but blush, glancing down at your feet before looking back up at him. 

“I appreciate your sentiment, love,” he teased, “but I don’t think a pound store pen is going to inspire awe in anyone - magical or otherwise.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“You know what I mean,” you said, taking the pen back from him and returning it to its place. “Muggles are incredible, and we’re incredible without magic making everything so easy for us.” 

George, who still loomed close above you, placed a hand against his chest in feigned shock, his jaw dropping and eyes growing dramatically wide. 

“Easy?” he taunted, his expression brightening ever so slightly as you grinned amusedly up at him. “You think magic makes everything easy? I’ll have you know, I nearly blew us to smithereens today trying to perfect our latest Whizbangs design. Bringing joy to people’s lives is extremely difficult and dangerous work, which you should respect me for, little darling.” 

You smirked at him, letting out a soft chuckle as you crossed your arms and leaned back against the counter.

“Your stupidity with pyrotechnics is no one’s fault but your own, Georgie,” you joked, to which he gave you a tickling pinch in your side and scooped you over his shoulder as you bent down to fend him off. You squealed with laughter as he spun you around, setting you down atop the stairs when he felt you’d had enough. He sat on the step below you, giving your knee an affectionate pat. 

“... You know, I do think there’s a type of magic we wizards share with muggles,” George said after a period of comfortable silence. “That is, if you muggles feel human emotion like the rest of us.” 

You playfully shoved his shoulder, and he grinned mirthfully as he slouched comfortably into the side of your body. 

“And what is that?” you inquired. 

“Joy,” George answered matter of factly. He leaned closer into you, looking out over the empty, dusk-lit shop as he allowed his thoughts to guide his voice. “I don’t think… I’ve ever felt joy like I used to since Fred died. Not until you showed up, anyway. Having a laugh with you almost feels the same as it did with Freddie. I’ve missed that feeling… and no magic could ever replace it.” 

You hummed thoughtfully, wrapping an arm around his broad shoulders as a gesture of comfort. 

It was odd, you thought to yourself, working with George. He was your boss, but you had a hard time seeing him that way; Ever since he helped you move in upstairs, you’d seen him as a friend, and you knew simply by the way he looked at you that he saw you the same. You could hardly call what you had with him a business relationship - it hadn’t started that way, even from the moment you met him, and the more time you spent in his company, the more its trajectory changed into something much deeper and more significant. 

It suddenly dawned on you that you loved him - in a way no one should ever love their much older employer and landlord. 

As if sensing the way your heart dropped, fluttering wildly, into the pit of your stomach, George pulled away from you, taking your hand gently in his and stroking your knuckles with his thumb. 

“You went silent,” he noticed. “You never go silent.” 

You grinned a little, shame creeping into your features as a hot, blistering blush. 

“I was just thinking,” you told him. “... Do you think love is another type of magic?” 

George blinked, pondering the idea. 

“Of course,” he finally answered. “Love is what won the war.” 

You nodded, looking down at his fingers wrapped around your palm and twining them with yours. 

“Your love for Fred is what keeps him alive,” you said. “I never met him but I always feel him here because of you. He’d be proud.” 

George swallowed heavily; you could hear the tension in his throat, could feel the weight of hesitation pressing in the small space between you. You peered back up at him, meeting his brown eyes that watched you intently. 

“Your passion is what gives you magic,” he murmured. “You don’t need a wand or any kind of innate ability to do it for you. I’ve realized… that’s the reason I love you. Among all else.” 

Though you sensed the words were coming, they still hit you like a speeding lorry. 

You stared at him, shaken, the last breath you took trapped in your chest. You had no idea how to respond. Should you tell him that you loved him, too? Should you be rational and tell him that this was inappropriate for a business owner and his subordinate? Should you kiss him? Every part of you wanted to kiss him; had been wanting to for a very, very long time. 

You raised the hand that wasn’t twined with his up to his cheek, grazing your thumb over the warm, tender flesh there. Your fingers grazed the scar where his ear used to be, getting twisted in the tendrils of his amber red hair that framed the sides of his handsome, familiar face. You leaned forward and kissed him, the sensation of his lips at last touching yours causing an explosion throughout every nerve of your body. Despite the beauty of the moment, you couldn’t help but wonder to yourself, My god, if kissing him feels like this, I can’t wait to feel what sex with him is like. 

George pulled away after what felt like equally too long and not long enough, giving you a dopey, lidded-eyed smile that made your heart combust all over again. You hated the feeling, but never wanted it to stop. 

“Would you kiss me like that every day if I asked you?” George wondered, sounding so dreamy and unlike himself it took you somewhat aback. 

You nodded, squeezing the hand that was still wrapped so intimately around his. 

“Every day,” you assured him. “It’s the best kind of magic you could ever show me.” 

George grinned, playfully tapping his finger against the tip of your nose which - in a testament to how far your relationship had already crossed the line - he knew you would hate, chuckling as he watched you flinch away from him. 

“Just wait ‘til I perfect those Whizbangs,” he told you. “Then we’ll talk.” 

[ceciliavinesse]

Benefits Of Mobile Home Buying

In our modern world there are many people who have moved to more rural areas or remote areas of the country. Many of these individuals live in small houses on farms and ranches, many times they are only home to themselves and their families and have no additional living quarters.

Mobile homes are mobile houses that are designed for travel, not as vacation houses. They may be motor homes, campers or trailer homes. It may also be campers, which are mobile trailers on wheels. There is even a type of home called a motor coach where it is used for traveling.

Mobile homes are available in many different styles, colors, and features. The choices are wide ranging from the standard cabin look to the ranch to look, and you can choose from one room to two or more bedrooms and bathrooms. Some are equipped with washer and dryer, while others are self contained with their own utilities and kitchenette.

You may be thinking that mobile homes aren't really meant for living on the land, but this is not true. While the average mobile home will only seat four to six persons comfortably, many can be easily converted into living spaces by purchasing some land around it and putting together a foundation on it.

A lot of people purchase mobile homes to provide their children with a better living environment. If you have a large family that requires a home for overnight visits, you could use a mobile cabin or mobile home to provide the children with a more permanent home for overnight visits. The same is true for seniors that may need a home to be close to their medical facilities.

There are some mobile homes for sale that have an attached garage attached to it that you can use for a workshop for your vehicles. Also, many mobile homes and cabins will have a fully functioning refrigerator and freezer for your storage requirements. Some mobile homes come with additional storage units, while others come complete with cabinets or cupboards underneath the living area.

There are many reasons why people may decide to use mobile homes, so make sure to research all the available options thoroughly before you buy. The decision is yours.

In addition to the fact that mobile homes provide many wonderful amenities that allow you to live a much more comfortable lifestyle than those in a traditional home, there are several other reasons why so many people choose to live in one. Here are just a few:

Mobile homes are not only great for those who need them, but they are also excellent for first time home buyers. They are more affordable and offer the security of home ownership.

One advantage to buying mobile homes is that they come fully furnished and ready to move in. Since you will have to pay all the closing costs and you will need to assemble them yourself, you will not need to pay a lot of money in starting a home yourself. Mobile home owners often hire builders to put together the construction. They then pay a lot less when you actually start your home on your own.

Another advantage is that home buying in this way is a very good option for people that don't have a lot of money to spend on real estate. There are many new homes available in this price range and you can still purchase a home for a reasonable cost. The only thing to remember is to do a little bit of research on the market and find out what your marketability is in your area and you will be in good shape to make a sound investment.

[xqzme]

This place located in the North part of the Philippines. Our first time to check in here. This Hotel is beside a resort. The hotel itself has a swimming pool. A cozy place to relax. Rooms are clean. We took 2 rooms, standard with 2 single bed and a queen size. Our room is huge. It fits all our 3 big luggage and other luggage.

The Tavern Hotels & Villas

Treat Yourself to a Stay at One of the Best Hotels in Pampanga

Elegantly built and luxuriously furnished, The Tavern Hotels and Villas could very well be your home away from home. These hotel rooms and villas are perfect for your next family vacation or those quick romantic ventures.

The struggles of everyday life can take its toll on the mind and body, This is why a little R&R is essential to a life well-lived. Hence, you should indulge yourselves in elegant hotels that are designed to feel familiar and comfortable.

You deserve better than cheap hotels. Rest in style in our villas that exude a modern and luxurious atmosphere. In fact, you could even say that each of our villas have distinct ‘personalities.’

If a good night’s rest at one of the best hotels in Pampanga isn’t enough to recharge your batteries then you can take a dip at The Tavern’s pool. Those who feel a bit more adventurous can head over to The Orchid Gardens Resort which is just a few meters away, and swim at the wave pool.

Hotel booking and hotel reservations tend to be tedious but that isn’t the case at The Tavern. With just one call, it’s possible to avail all of the services that The Orchid Gardens has to offer. Whether it’s accommodations, food, leisure, or venues, we’ve got you covered.

When you walk further in the area there is a restaurant Imang Nene (2-floor story). But, the 1st floor was under renovation.

Imang Nene Kapampangan Cuisine

The Restaurant that offers a Taste of Home

While Kapampangans are generally infamous for their pride, Kapampangan cuisine on the other hand is famous for being a good reason to be prideful. Because of this, restaurants in Pampanga are quite abundant and equally varied in terms of their offerings. Unfortunately, not all of these restaurants are authentic in regard to their culinary execution.

This is where the Orchid Gardens Resort’s Imang Nene shines. It’s possible to experience the full breadth of Kapampangan history and culture through the dishes served in this revolutionary restaurant. The recipes used by our chefs have been handed down to them by their ancestors, ensuring a truly authentic culinary experience. From our leche flan recipes to our sisig recipes, you can be sure that our dishes are the real deal. Our professional chefs don’t just cook, they continue a long line of tradition that Kapampangans have been practicing ever since we first picked up a pan.

We also eat breakfast buffet in this Imang Nene restaurant. In front of this restaurant, was the entrance of the Resort.

The Orchid Gardens Resort

Going to a beach resort is a good way to spend a vacation but there are quite a few setbacks to such a plan. For one thing, beach resorts in Pampanga tend to be overcrowded. It’s hard to relax in a sea of people with the screams of children in the background. Sea-side amenities are also scarce and if there are any, they tend to be ridiculously overpriced. This is where the Orchid Gardens Resort comes in, with its hotels, restaurants, and wave pool.

The Best Alternative to the Classic Beach Resort Get Away

The Raging Waters and the Wave Pool is the result of the resort’s playful imitation of nature. In the past, beach and resort locations were the only ones who could provide adventure-seekers with the thrill of swimming through powerful waves. That is now a thing of the past, now that San Fernando, Pampanga has added The Orchid Gardens to its large repertoire of resorts.

Adventure isn’t all we provide, and with good reason. After all, the classic beach resort is not just about thrill-seeking, it’s also about relaxing amidst nature’s beauty.

Those seeking the serenity of a beach resort can relax at the far edge of the pool and just let the soft waves wash over them.

Of course with adventure comes romance and the resort’s Jacuzzi can set the mood for those intimate conversations. All of these activities can be done in relative safety under the watchful eyes of our vigilant life guards.

The entrance of the Resort

If you walk more further another hotel but for overnight only and an Auditorium hall.

The Orchidarium is the focal point of the entire resort complex and it’s an indoor garden that’s in a class of its own, Whatever your purpose for visiting this wondrous place, it’s vital that you bring a camera.

Photographers will have a field day with the intricate plant life inside this spectacularly themed garden. In addition, The Orchidarium, located in San Fernando, Pampanga, can easily be converted into a beautiful banquet venue for 400 guests.

Flora isn’t the only reason to take out your camera phone here however. In its immediate environs are beautiful imported koi fishes in charming water features and an aviary of colorful African lovebirds, lush greeneries and a wide-range of orchid varieties.

The Orchidarium’s floor to ceiling curtain wall is not only the perfect wedding destination for all soon-to-wed couples, but also an ideal venue for workshops, seminars, photo shoots, and educational tours.

To complete our stay at this Hotel. We have time to swim with the kids. And the kids loved it. Because here in Japan, seldom have a swimming pool in the Hotel. Most of the time will be “hot spring” (onsen).

I just made a video for this place. I hope you can watch it.

Enjoy! Have a great day!

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The Tavern Hotels and Villas This place located in the North part of the Philippines. Our first time to check in here.

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Serva me, serbabo te

Summary: "save me, save you"Jon is a Trauma Surgeon while Sansa is a Neurosurgeon who both work together in Eastwatch Veterans Memorial Medical Center where they eventually get together. It's their 9th month and even though they haven't reached a year yet, Dr. Snow believes that they were actually two decades in the making. He reflects on their past and notes that they've only had three significant encounters before Eastwatch starting with the time Jon taught Sansa how to tie her first successful surgeon's knot using a two-handed throw. This 9th month would also be their reunion after six months of being separated due to Sansa's overseas fellowship and Jon means to make it the last by giving Sansa one last lesson in knot tying. That is, if things would just go the damn way he planned.

You can read this in AO3 too: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11655798 (The formatting is better there and there are also images) 

 During surgery, knot construction involves two distinct steps. The purpose of the first step is to secure precise approximation of the wound edges by advancing either a one-throw or a two-throw knot to the wound surface.

October 18, 2017

7:49pm

Rooftop/Helipad, Eastwatch-by-the-Sea

Jon checked his watch for the hundredth time and he straightened his tie for the thousandth time.

And lastly, he patted the inside of his coat, took out the small black box, and opened it for good measure for the millionth time.

He breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw the ring.

It was...a simple white gold band with a princess cut sapphire. But what made it special was the design Jon insisted on.

He had it designed in a way that the band held the sapphire in a perfect surgeon's knot with the double throws. He even had to demonstrate how it was done many times - much to his sister Rhaenys' amusement when she went with him to look for the right jeweler. Jon cringed at the memory of flying off to see her in King's Landing in a panic because though he knew he wanted the knot design, he couldn't answer when he was asked what cut he wanted, what shade of sapphire or if he wanted to look at other blue gems. In his mind he just needed something that would match Sansa's eyes. After telling him to relax and calm himself, she made a call to her friend, Dr. Brienne Tarth, an Orthopedic surgeon she worked with whose family owned a sapphire mine and an artisan jewelers. They flew to the Sapphire Isle then and it was there that Rhaenys pointed out the star sapphire from the collection, joking that it would remind him of his Northern bride-to-be.

"What?" he remembered staring at her dumbly before looking at what she pointed out. Rhaenys looked at him weirdly before arching a brow. "You know? What do they say in the North... 'Look for the Ice Dragon and chase the blue star in the rider's eye' and you'll find yourself North."

At the look of shock on his face he remembered Rhaenys smirking at him as she placed the stone in front of him. "What do you know, my brother is a true dragon after all."

Then he looked at it and saw the exact shade of Sansa's eyes with the winking asterism in the middle.That coupled with the Ice Dragon constellation whose blue eye always pointed North he did know about, was too much. There in the middle of the jewelry store he started to cry. Rhaenys took the reins then and dealt with the jeweler as Jon collected himself, only looking up when she asked him a question about engraving but he could take his time in thinking of that one if he wanted it.

He did. His hand traced the engraving he had done on the inside after a week of searching. It was another latin phrase but when he read it he knew the words were what he wanted.

He thought, that was it, just as he thought, she was it. The ring was finalized and ready just as he was too. A soft smile found its way to a corner of his mouth while a free hand made it's way to the back of his head.  

serva me, serbabo te

A latin quote from Petronius Arbiter that meant, "Save me, save you."

Jon chose it because he thought it was an accurate description of their relationship with how many times they saved each other in more ways than one.

Sure they were just on their ninth month of being official, but if they looked back, they were actually almost two decades in the making - at least that was what Jon believed.

Two decades with only three significant encounters. Jon couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking his head in disbelief.

Three.

A summer workshop at Highgarden as med students.

A rooftop confession on Casterly Rock as a resident and a fellow on a medical convention.

And a whirlwind night in King's Landing as junior consultants off duty.

Only three major encounters - South, West, East.

All by chance and that only made those meetings more meaningful despite a tinge, bittersweet. Three chances. Three beautiful cities but all it took to have a meeting that lasted more than a night was to meet at the edge of the North.

So truly, it's fitting that I seal the deal and we stay in the North - he almost cried again, blinking away the tears and swallowing the sudden lump in his throat.

But it was no use to resist because every time he closed his eyes, he'd see it. The large black and white house that had a blue door with its wide porch, a large yard where Ghost and Lady could play, a balcony that on one side, overlooked the White Knife, while on one side, you could see the harbor still as it opened to the Bite...a garden that was still empty save for a lemon tree that he planted himself. It was all there so clear. In his mind, he opened the blue doors and imagined the living room with the fire place, the huge ass kitchen that had all the works so she could bake and he could cook, a study that was also a library and an office, four bedrooms - a master, three spares, one that could easily be converted into a nursery... everything they needed to start a new life together.

That is, if Jon wasn't too late...again.

His eyes snapped open and he couldn't help the anxiety that was building up once more as he thought about what this day meant first and above all - a reunion.

It's been six months since he last saw Sansa. She was on a Spinal Surgery fellowship in Volantis. One he practically pushed her to do. Well, one of the things he made her do.

Because barely a month after she agreed to move in with him, his father, Prime Minister Rhaegar Targaryen, along with Sansa's mother, Senator Catelyn Tully-Stark (who almost unleashed her wrath on her daughter's poor treatment at the hospital she loved so much), arranged for Sansa to just be a visiting consultant in Eastwatch Veterans Memorial Medical Center, transferring her to New Castle Presbyterian Hospital in White Harbor on his insistence and Sansa's ire.

It took a lot of fights - too many tears and yelling that almost ended them for good but in the end, it was one, the promise that she'd still be in Eastwatch twice a week, still as the department chair with Dr. Leo Tyrell in Last Hearth, and Dr. Domeric Bolton in Dreadfort to cover for all the hospitals for the Eastern North for Neurologic and Neurosurgical cases; two, the accreditation to offer neurosurgery residency in NCP with all three of them and the chief Dr. Theomore Lannister as their attendings. Residents meant more doctors for the specialty after all, solving the service scarcity in the North.

He was happy for her. He really was.

But he missed her.

Terribly.

After a month of coming home to her, or her coming home to him, or them going home together - seeing her everyday, with most days she's the first thing he sees in the morning, and the last he sees before he sleeps, the temporary separation - logistically, only logistically, he always had to add -  was painful and there was always the fear that she might still leave him for good even if she told him she missed him everyday too. He can't forget how she didn't want to go in the first place. Well she did a little though she wanted to stay more. But he would damn himself before he stopped her from advancing her career just as he knew she would never keep him from doing the same.

She's done so much for other people, she needed to do this for herself. In the end whatever she gained there she'd use in her practice so it's really win-win.

"What is this?" She came home that day, seeing her luggage packed, a crumpled letter containing an invitation for a Spinal Surgery fellowship in Essos Jon found a week prior, and plane ticket in his hand, her eyes looked at him with so much accusation.

He wordlessly grabbed her hand then placed the letter and the ticket there. Sansa looked at it, her eyes widened as she realized, misting in a mix of hurt and anger as she looked at him and waited for an explanation.

He had to steel himself that day - had to keep from backing out and apologizing profusely. So he started going over the details. "Here's your passport and your other documents. Your flight leaves in two hours, which is enough time to drive you to the airport. I already forwarded your acceptance. I've printed out their reply and other details. It's all there. And this is the loft where you'll be staying. The building is owned by your sister-in-law's family and Talisa already talked to her younger brother and her parents to assist you in any way. My aunt Dany can visit you too or you could go to her. You've met Drogo, her husband right, at Casterly? Dr. Tyrell and Dr. Bolton have you covered here and would update you. I can take care of Lady, no problem, though Arya promised to take her too in case I need help. New Castle Pres is aware of this too and will be waiting for your return. What else am I missing?"

All throughout his rambling, Sansa was silent. And he just knew that if he looked at her face he'd lose it so he kept avoiding that for as long as he could. She would say no and get mad at him. Or worse. She'd walk out. He hadn't felt so terrified as that moment but he knew how much she denied that she wanted to go - if not for her but for Bran, her crippled brother, and who he represented.

Finally, he couldn't stall forever. He needed to be firm. And he needed to say it to her face.

And there it was - those painful silent tears that streamed on her heartbreaking face.

He stepped closer to her then and grabbed both hands in his. "Sweetheart, I don't want to be apart from you - not even for a second, but I can't keep you from this too. I know you feel you need to be here more if not for yourself, but for Bran, or even for me, but you have to, my love." He framed her face. "I love that you want to stay here more - truly, I love you even more for that, but I don't want you thinking of what-if? It's not about fearing that you would resent me in the future if you miss this. It's just, opportunities like this don't just happen. But what I can assure you is that no matter where you go, you can always, always come back to something - to me - to our home. I've waited for years, I can wait a few more months. I won't go anywhere. Just try. Try and then come back anytime. As long as you would have me, baby, I'm a constant until you say otherwise. But this opportunity - is not. Everything will be fine. Just do what you have to do."

"But we just - I can't just - I haven't even," she struggled for words, her breath catching with each pause. "I had just agreed to White Harbor. Why?"

He pressed his forehead against hers. "I know. And now I'm pressing this too. And everything you agreed to will still happen when you return. Getting this fellowship  now is more important."

"Why are you pushing me away again?"

"I'm not. I'm pushing you towards your dream. Isn't Spinal surgery your dream?"

"I can't do this right now."

"If not now, when? I talked to them. They won't have another slot like this in the next two years."

"This is six months, Jon. Six months. We've only been together for four. It's too soon."

He felt like crying then too but forced a smile and kissed her once. "Four amazing months. But...What's six months to sixteen years, Sansa?" He brushed his thumbs across her cheeks.

"Take it."

She did but not before giving Jon a parting gift.

"I love you Jon."

It was the first time she said it out loud and she did so with tears in her eyes but a loving smile on her face and this time, Jon couldn't hold back his own.

They had each other desperately then and much too quick - making it all the more harder to part as they clung to each other all the way until it was time for her to go.

There would be no flying back in between or visits from Jon as they both agreed, though they promised to call each other as much as they could.

While she was in Volantis, Jon made sure to make good use of those six months to prepare for their future.

He smiled while looking at the ring again.

Jon jumped and stood up straight, the ring shoved back inside his coat pocket, as the door to the rooftop opened and much to his disappointment, that flash of red hair didn't belong to the blue eyed, leggy, wonder woman love of his life.

Instead, it was Tormund.

He sat back down immediately, frowning while his fellow Trauma Surgeon, Dr. Giantsbane laughed loudly as he approached.

"Well, don't look too disappointed, Snow."

Jon sighed and offered a weak smile. "Sorry, d'you need anything?"

Tormund shook his head. "Nah. Just wanted to check up on you."

"Thanks," Jon replied, checking his watch again.

7:15pm

His brow knotted. Sansa was due at seven and she's never late.

"Maybe her flight got delayed?"

Jon shook his head, his hand running across his hair as he checked his phone with his other hand. "She texted me as soon as her plane landed in Winterfell and then again when she said she's driving."

"Well, she probably stopped for gas or something," Tormund tried to reassure him but the worry had already started to take root and Jon began to pace at the beat of his accelerating heart.

Something was wrong.

He wanted to call her or text her but she was driving - anything could happen.

Tormund's reassurances was heard as if he was underwater and all he could focus on was his worry over Sansa.

Did I say I love you before she left?

When she called?

Oh Gods.

He was starting to panic as worse case upon worse case scenarios kept playing in his mind.

It was only when Tormund pushed him to put his head between his knees that he realized he was hyperventilating.

Why did he wait until now to -

I should've asked her the moment she said she loves me back.

Why did I make her go to Volantis?

"Breathe. Breathe, Jon. Come on."

He did.

"It's going to be okay," Tormund said unbelievably gentle as he kept his large warm hand clamped firm on his shoulder. "Just nerves," Tormund tried to ease him into it.

Just as Jon was on the verge of relaxing, Tormund's pager sounded. He felt him tense and that made him hold his breath and tense too.

Raising his head at him, he looked at Tormund who was already striding quickly towards the door.

"What is it?"

Tormund avoided his eyes and simply answered over his shoulder. "Code Orange."

Code Orange meant mass casualty or disaster, alerting the hospital for an onslaught.

And just like that Jon felt the world crashing over him as he sees his worst nightmare take place before him.

Before Jon could nag him, Tormund's phone rang. "What?"

And then Jon knew. It was only a split second but Jon saw Tormund instinctively glance at him.

Jon couldn't take it anymore so he grabbed him by his arms. "Tell me."

Tormund considered him before nodding and beckoning him to follow.

"Before that, I know you're not one of ours anym-"

He shook his head. "I'll help. But first I have to know. Please."

As they rode the elevator Tormund sighed then quickly told him.

"There's been a mass collision at the King's Road. The driver of a ten-wheeler had a stroke, swerved, and totalled a Prius. There was considerate traffic, eight vehicles directly involved. Five dead onsite, seven gravely injured, fifteen minor injuries. One of the cars was a red Hybrid."

"That's Sansa's car!" All the colors drained from his face and he bolted towards the emergency room as soon as the doors opened, one hand pressed call.

Sansa, love, please be okay please answer, please Oh Gods please not her.

It rang and rang then went to voicemail.

Hi. This is Dr. Stark. Sorry, I'm not available right now please leave-

He shoved his phone back his pocket but before he could enter the backdoor to ER, Dr. Karsi Rayder - his former teammate, apprehended him.

"Jon-Jon she's okay, she's okay! Sansa's okay!"

His chest loosened somewhat. "Where is she?"

"On the way. She stayed behind the site to do damage control earlier."

"How'd you know?"

"EMTs and she just called. It's bedlam there but we sent Val and Domeric there to relieve her. She's bringing in a multiple trauma herself."

Just then the double doors opened and there with her hand pressing on the torso of a patient and had improvised trache in his neck - one nurse hooked bagging there, was Sansa - Sansa with her red vivid hair straightened half up and mussed, wearing the green dress he loved on her was here.

He didn't think, just ran to her.

Closer as she yelled out orders while trying to apply pressure on the patient's abdominal wound, Jon looked her over immediately.

Her hair was mussed a little, there was a rip on her dress, and blood was splattered everywhere, on her hands, her arms, her dress, some on her face. He prayed to all the Gods that none was from hers, selfishly.

That moment, he wasn't thinking like a doctor.

It was Sansa. Only Sansa he was concerned about.

"Sansa," he managed.

Her blue eyes saw him then and she briefly took in his appearance before giving a sort of smile, her eyes softening for just a moment.

Six months, mussed hair and bloodied, she was still the most beautiful thing he would ever see.

"Jon," she breathed out before her hand was replaced by a nurse's and instruments were being handed to her after pumping disinfectant on her hand and slipping on sterile gloves as she started working on stopping the bleeding.

Another nurse was tying a mask around her face and Jon realized that despite the tender yet too brief greeting she gave him, she was going to be a doctor first. He slid his jacket off then, rolled his sleeves, and took over nurse's task of slipping an apron on her.

While he tied it around her back, he inspected her for any sign of damage. It was when he was pulling her hair up and tucking it inside a cap when he saw that she was bleeding too from a two gashes on her temple secured by surgi-tapes.

"Sansa, you're hurt!"

"I'm fine. The bleeding will stop eventually - I put in a tape. I don't have a concussion, I promise," she said in a clipping tone Jon doesn't usually hear her doing.

"That will still need stitching," he insisted.

Sansa looked at him squarely then. "Later. Right now I'm way below the triage. Go stitch up someone else." She turned her back to him without another word and Jon stared at her as she declared that the patient had to have an exploratory laparotomy here and now. Nurse Satin Flowers told her that either she do it or the patient waits because currently, all the surgeons on deck were occupied this unexpected night shift.

She didn't say anything, just nodded while Satin left to get her everything she needed while she helped with getting a second central line in because Nurse Gilly Tarley was the one applying pressure on the wound. It was only when Dr. Larence Hornwood, the anesthesiologist came in did he regain himself. Sansa was by then, replacing the improvised trache with the standard tube.

"I got here as fast as I could. Here, I'll hook him up the respirator. You're going to do the lap Dr. Stark?"

"I'm going to have to."

"I'll do it."

They both looked at Jon. "I'll do it," he repeated. "There might be someone who needs you more. I've got this."

Sansa nodded then and started walking over to the triage officer but before she passed Jon completely, she touched his arm and squeezed and then was off.

"Are you back, Dr. Snow?" Larence prompted him.

Jon took a deep breath and gave a firm nod. "Let's go."

He had to take his cue from Dr. Sansa Stark - who, by the grace of all the gods, was alive and here.

So now, he had to be Dr. Jon Snow.  

The second step in knot construction is the addition of a sufficient number of throws to the knot so that it does not fail by slippage.

Supply room

11:48pm

Jon grabbed alcohol swabs, gloves, several 4-0 Nylons, a Mayo-Hegar needle holder, scissors, and a pack of sterile gauze, then placed them on a tray. The crisis at the E.R. was finally resolved with the doctors on duty shooing those who weren't away.

Despite only having a skeletal force of six surgeons, three surgical interns, they were able to sort out the fifteen people who came in, in record time. Most of that was due in thanks for Sansa, Val, and Domeric doing as much as they could onsite.

Jon had to do three ExLaps at the E.R., several minor wound surgeries, and some bone resetting. But it was when the patient swung an arm at him as he reset his dislocated shoulder did he get the gash down his collar when he stepped back and slipped, falling on the tray with the wound repair set. Thank the Gods they weren't used.

He needed stitches himself but copied Sansa by packing it with a thick gauze and tape first then worry about repairing it later.

It was finally later.

And Seven hells did he feel the throb of the contracting wound now, blood still seeping through the gauze.

He could've asked anyone there to help him but he didn't want to bother them anymore so he slunk towards the storage where he intended to do it himself.

Just as he was untying the disposable surgical gown they threw haphazardly at him before, the door to the storage opened and to his surprise and delight, it was Sansa.

His heart started skipping then as he looked at the same surprised expression she was wearing, her mouth slightly opened and partly covered with her pushed down mask.

"Jon?"

He couldn't help but grin then, walked - almost ran towards her, his arms wrapped around her at once - he released a breath he didn't know he was holding til then.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck and he felt her warm, soft, body sinking into him as she returned his embrace and sighed deeply.

They were drenched in sweat, in blood, and other fluids as they were still wearing the gowns and now tears joined the mix.

His shoulders were shaking as he held on to her tight. "Sansa... oh Sansa..." he kept repeating her name and alternated squeezing and stroking her as if he still couldn't believe she was there.

Sansa only tightened her hold on him, her hands gripping his shirt and gown tightly.

"I thought I -

Sansa shook her head against his chest. "I did too but I'm not. I'm here."

Jon pulled back, slid her mask down, and kissed her then, his hands flying up to her hair as he kissed her desperately. Sansa held on to his arms and kissed back just as fiercely.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jon pulled back and cradled her face as he bent down and narrowed his eyes at her. "Don't you ever scare me like that again."

Sansa let out a laugh amidst the tears. "I told you I'd come back. Have I ever broken a promise before?"

Jon couldn't help the deep sigh . "I'm so happy you're finally here." He brushed his thumbs against her cheek after he leant his forehead against hers. "I don't know what I'd do - Gods."

"Come on Jon. Not you too. Don't get too sappy on me, my phone hasn't stopped blasting from the pack. I'm fine. I'm here. For good," she tilted her head at him.

Jon let out a deep breath and rolled his head back. "Thank the Gods! These six months were torture - pure torture."

She smirked then. "Hey, this was your idea, might I remind you." She poked at his chest causing him to wince and her eyes to widen in shock.

Jon tried to play it off but it did hurt. "I'm fine."

"Jon! You're bleeding," she didn't wait and started yanking down Jon's gown as well as the grey button down he wore. When she saw the wound she tsked at Jon then after seeing the tray he set down on a bench, she grabbed it, tucked it in between her arm and chest, then pulled at his hand, dragging him towards the on-call room.

Jon just shook his head and laughed as he let her drag him away.

Once they were inside the on call room which was, as expected this busy shift, empty, they removed their disposable gowns and threw them in the hazard bin.

Sansa made him sit down on the floor. Once he was settled, she set the tray on the bed then sat across from him. It was only when Sansa was unbuttoning his shirt that he realized they were still wearing their more formal date clothes underneath their disposables.

He watched as Sansa slipped on her gloves, clamped an alcohol swab and started disinfecting the wound. He noted that before the incident, she was on her way dressed up just for him. With her long red hair down the way he loved it, and the damn green dress that was his undoing time and time again the rare times she wore it.

Now her hair was still hidden and tucked in her cap but there were a few wisps that escaped and curled around her exquisite face that was poised in fiery concentration, blazing behind those blues he missed so much, that often drove him mad with want. Her mouth was pursed as they were whenever she was focused. Her lipstick had faded and her lips had little indents where she must've been biting it as she did when she was worried. There was blood drying on her arms and dress. He tried not to frown when he noted that there were tears at the hem of that dress. This would be the last time she'd wear it.

"I'm going to give you some Lidocaine now- what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Their eyes met then and Jon couldn't keep from reaching over and pulling her cap off, watching as all that red came tumbling down her face, her neck, and her back. He looked back at her face and saw she was blushing and giving him a knowing look. He brushed the strands away from her shoulder then cupped her neck.

"You are so beautiful."

Sansa's eyes softened and she ducked her reddened face, picking up the syringe she filled with the local anesthetic before looking back at me. "I'm going to give you the lido now."

Wanting to tease her, he leant forward and kissed her lips again before leaving it to kiss a trail down her neck. Gods did I miss this - miss her.

"Jon -"

"Go on. Stitch me up. I don't need the lido. This is better than any anesthetic." He started rubbing at her sides, switching to kissing her ear, his hands urging her closer.

He felt her push him then and he sat back grumbling.

Sansa smirked and shook her head. "No. It's distracting."

Jon mirrored her smirk. "Yeah?"

She rolled her eyes. "Come on. The sooner I'm done -

Jon leant forward again, excited. "Yeah? You'll what?"

But before she could say anything, Jon saw her head wound again and frowned. "Wait. Maybe I'll do you first."

Sansa grinned devilishly. "Oh, don't worry, Dr. Snow. You can certainly...do me later. But not before I do you first."

Jon couldn't help himself then and grabbed her and kissed her again. Sansa let him for a solid three seconds before she shoved him away, shaking her head but grinning. "No open wounds while doing strenuous activity."

Jon sat straight then and kept his arms behind him. "Then by all means, stitch me up quickly."

She laughed before injecting the lidocaine anyway. Then she grabbed the Mayo, clamped the 4-0 curved needle, and held the toothed forceps with her left hand. "Ready?"

Jon smiled at her, trying to push down the desire that was burning him up. He's seen Sansa operate many times and knew how delicate she held each tool and how precise and with finesse she handled each stitch and cut - having learned to handle the most sensitive organ of the body - the brain. She was so skilled and now even if it was terribly simple for her level, he can't wait for her to use her talented hands on him.

She was about to kneel when he stopped her. "Wait." He grabbed a pillow and placed it on the floor in front of him. Sansa kissed his nose then. "Thanks."

Jon's breath hitched when she pushed the pillow closer to him and positioned herself kneeling in between his legs.

"Hold still," she murmured.

Believe me, I'm trying.

"Relax, I'll just do six stitches."

"One for each month you were away," he didn't mean to blurt out but that earned him a laugh.

He watched her then as she sew the first suture - a simple interrupted stitch. It was almost hypnotic as he watched her loop the nylon around the the needle holder, then grasped at the other end, pulling it inside the loop, closing the stitch then cutting. It was all he could do, watch her stitch and cut, trying to ignore the way he felt her warm breath on his naked chest and the smell of her hair, the touch of her hands...

When she got to the last stitch, before she closed it, she dropped the instruments back on the tray then with a small smile, tied the final knot using the two-handed technique Jon taught her.

"All done," she whispered, her nose almost touching Jon's.

Jon was about to lean in when he froze.

"What? What is it?"

Knots!

He stood up then and began patting his pants pockets.

Fuck, it's in my coat pocket! Seven hells where is my coat?

"Jon, what's wrong?"

Jon looked at her then, still kneeling down and looking at him anxiously too, scratching at her gash unsuspectingly.

He swallowed then and pushed it all aside for now, kneeling down in front of her and cradling her head. "It's nothing." It's just a ring. He kissed her forehead and smiled as he pulled away. She's here and she's alive. That's all that matters right now.

He gently touched the side of her head that was starting to bruise. She probably hit her head on the wheel as she swerved to the side to avoid the collision. She winced a little and he cursed.

"Are you sure you don't need to get a CT at least?"

She shook her head. "Just a flesh wound," she grinned.

Jon rolled his eyes at her reference. "Well, Black Knight, it's your turn to be stitched up."

"Mm, by any chance can't you get your uncle to do it?" she teased.

Jon snorted. "I stitch better than that ass no matter how famous he is in the Plastics world."

She giggled. "I was only kidding. Stitch me up, Dr. Snow." She purred.

How she switches from being adorably innocent to a seductive siren in a snap I'll never know.

Jon removed the gauze and the tapes and assessed it. "Well, you're right. It's shallow enough that you might not scar that much. And lucky for you, I only see three stitches."

Sansa started snickering then, trying to cover it with her mouth. "Now you'll tell me three stitches mean something cheesy like 'i love you.'"

Ha! If only you knew what 'three' really meant for me. He kissed her head again. "Something like that, now hold still."

He felt her hand on his waist then. She bit her lip as she looked up at him with wide eyes. "Sorry, I need to hold on to something I can squeeze later."

Jon bit back a groan as his mind started to give him filthy ideas. "S'alright."

She nodded then.

He brushed her hair away as he tilted her head up then started working.

He worked as quickly and as gently as he could, feeling her squeeze just that once in the beginning. After cutting the last stitch, he covered it with a gauze and a kiss.

"You have an incredibly light touch for someone with large hands," she beamed at him.

Jon traced her cheek then with the back of his finger. "Probably just for you."

She shook her head slowly, pressed his retreating hand back to her face, closed her eyes, and leaned in. "Mm. If you say so...Jon?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you miss me?" her voice was small and it shook while she kept her eyes shut. Why was she suddenly unsure?

"Sansa - sweetheart, will you look at me please?"

Her eyes fluttered open then and Jon sighed as he caressed her cheek. "Even now, at this second, I miss you."

Her mouth opened and there was that wrinkle between her brows again. "But I'm already here," she whispered.

Jon's mouth twitched. "I know. I can't describe it." He rubbed the back of his neck. "It's just. I always want you closer. Even in our most...intimate, I still want you closer. All. the. time. I don't make sense, do I?" he chuckled.

But she didn't laugh with him as he expected.

The intensity of her stare was almost too much that he could do nothing but stare back.

This time, it was Sansa who leaned in. She wrapped her small hands to cup below his ears, her mouth a whisper above his own while her eyes were half-shut. "It makes perfect sense to me." Then she kissed him.

Hard.

Sansa didn't usually initiate kisses - and he could recall each one she did. But it was never like this - like she was filled with the same painful longing as he was. "Jon," she breathed when she broke away for air, Jon didn't stop kissing her, his lips attaching themselves back to her ear, her neck, and lower. "Please don't send me away again."

Jon looked at her then.

"I love you," her lip trembled as she said them, tears spilled from her eyes. "I love you so much Jon. I'm sorry I never - I don't." She swallowed. "I'm sorry I don't say it that -

Jon silenced her with a kiss but he was crying too. "I know. It's okay. I know. I love you so much too."

She shook her head stubbornly. "No. It's not. You say it all the time. I should too."

"Sweetheart, it's not a contest. And you say it all the time too. You don't always need words to say things."

She kissed him again and he was just as willing to oblige and return.

"Jon," she started giving him tiny pecks across his face and down his neck then collar, her hands stroking his bare chest. "Jon, make love to me."

Without a moment's hesitation, he took her in his arms and brought them both on the bed, his hands sliding her long skirt up her waist, skimming her hose covered legs. Without breaking their kiss, Sansa lifted her hips and helped him roll of her stockings followed by the slip, slide off her silk blush and damp underwear.

Jon groaned against her lips just as she answered with a moan when he felt her moist heat beneath his fingers.

"Jon, now."  She panted roughly, tugging at his belt. He helped her then and only ended up with his pants and boxers low enough to release him then entered her immediately, both of them moaning loudly.

Jon kissed her deeply then, one arm braced above her head to steady him while his other hand explored her over and under her dress as he thrusted.

It's been too long and it felt too good that Jon knew he wouldn't last long yet he tried to go as slow as he could, pulling back almost completely before pushing back all the way in.

Sansa wrapped a leg around his waist and scratched at his back so hard that if it weren't for the shirt that was still hanging open on him, she'd leave bloody marks, not that he would care.

This isn't what he planned for their reunion love making. He planned on taking her slow. Kissing every inch of her and bringing her to completion many times with just his mouth and fingers first until she could take no more and only then would he take her.

Sansa must've sensed this as she clutched him tighter. "It needn't always be gentle. I want you to fuck me Jon."

Jon gaped at her. Sansa wasn't that very vocal in bed - always struggling to keep from making too much noise and she rarely cussed.

"Say it again," he demanded, wanting to know if he didn't imagine it.

"Fuck me Jon," she practically whined, spurring him on.

"Fuck," he grunted as he hitched a leg higher and held on to it with his hand as he plunged into her faster and harder, Sansa meeting him with her hips as she pushed up at him.

He was so close so he started sucking at her neck while reaching down and rubbing at her as their hips were starting to snap at each other erratically.

"Come for me, Sansa. Come for me again sweet girl."

"Jon."

"That's it. Fuck. You feel so good, love. It's so good. It's been too long."

"J-Jon."

He felt her walls fluttering around him then as she gave out a loud cry coaxing him for his own release.

He came and spilled inside her with a roar. Both of them collapsing and panting after.

Jon rolled off her but pulled her against him so he could drop kisses on her head in between breaths.

When they were calmer, they smiled at each other languidly.

"Wow."

Sansa giggled as she traced patterns on his chest. "Happy 9th Jon," she kissed his chest."

"Happy 9th Sansa," he grinned and stroked her hair.

She looked up at him then. "Now will you tell me why you panicked earlier?"

Jon sighed. Of course Sansa wouldn't let things like this just pass. But this wasn't just things. It was the ring, the keys, and the moment he lost. Though honestly, all those felt inconsequential when he almost lost her.

"It doesn't matter."  He stroked her hair and almost laughed when she pursed her lips.

"Tell me."

He sighed again and wanted to laugh at the old gods and the new. So this is how it's going to happen, eh? Fine.

He sat up slowly then bent down to kiss her cheek, pulling on a blanket and covered her beautifully debauched body. "Wait here."

He grabbed the left over nylon thread and went under the blanket with her.

Sansa sat up with him then and eyed him curiously.

Some of the nerves came back but one look at Sansa's soft smile - the one he knew was only for him and knowing that he almost lost this forever, his resolve won over.

He took her left hand in his, making Sansa's eyes wide and shiny, her mouth parting slightly as it was dawning on her what he meant to do this night.

"Sansa, I wanted to do this differently - make it special and unforgettable but obviously, the gods kept messing with me today."

Then he slid off the bed and dropped on one knee before her, earning a gasp.

Jon looked her over, her hair was a beautiful mess, her lips were red and swollen, her skin was flushed and her green dress was barely hanging on to her, one strap already down exposing more of her creamy flesh. Now. No more waiting. He had to do it now.

"I was panicking earlier because I realized I lost the ring among other things. But that's just a ring. I'll buy you ten more - I'll buy you the whole jewelry store if that's what you want but for now...I can't wait anymore."

He paused and showed her the suture thread and she knew what he was going to do, her blue eyes already brimming with happy tears that made Jon's heart race.

"Dr. Sansa Stark, will you marry me?"

Sansa was sobbing and laughing as she kept nodding yes at him. "Yes!"

Jon grinned and leaned up to kiss her then.

They kissed for a while, their foreheads pressing together when they broke away.

Jon leant back and took her left hand again, placing it on top of her knee.

He kissed that hand before taking the thread again and positioned it around her ring finger, making her sigh happily. "One last lesson Dr. Jon Snow?"

He attempted to wink at her. "You bet."

"First of all, the initial position is crucial just as the first throw must be anchored just so," he did the first knot. "Is it too tight?"

Sansa shook her head and bit her lip as she fought from laughing.

"Good. But more importantly, you have to make sure you throw in just enough throws above it so you're sure it would hold."

"Ah. Jon, that's too much my love," she stopped him just as he made it to three knots.

Jon smiled at her sheepishly. "Can't blame a guy for wanting to tie you up snugly to him."

They both looked at the knot he tied on her finger then.

Jon thought the black thread looked so plain on her pretty finger and the image of the ring he had made kept poking at him.

"I know it's not -

It was her turn to silence him with a kiss. "I love it. And I can't believe you thought of doing a surgeon's knot on me."

Jon blushed and rubbed at his neck. "Well...Casterly." Was his only explanation, followed by showing her the keychain with the tied knot she hasn't seen since she gave it to him almost six years ago.

She looked at him in shock. "You still kept this? It's been six years!"

"Well, in all honestly, you kept it first for nearly a decade."

"Gods, we're so stupid aren't we?"

Jon laughed all out then and grabbed her hand. "I'm just happy we're here now."

"So all this. Asking me to wear something nice and meet you on the rooftop, you really meant to propose?"

"Didn't you expect it even a little bit?"

"You know I'm bad with expectations. But I knew you wanted to do a special and over the top dinner  - but not this - but now I'm starting to think maybe I should've. I mean dinner at the place where we first kissed? Where we finally got together?"

"Sansa."

"What?"

"Shut up."

A grin spread slowly on both their faces as they started reaching for each other again.

This time, they were completely bare and under the scratchy blanket, writhing against each other on top of the creaky cot inside their stuffy on call room.

But before they could go further a booming knock interrupted them and Jon cursed knowing they didn't bother to lock the door.

"Are you guys done yet?"

Val.

Jon groaned while Sansa looked horrified.

"Maybe they'll go away if we ignore them," Jon reached for her again but Sansa swatted him and started pulling her clothes back on.

"Come on, wrap it up so we can have it clean again. Some of us do use this more than just to fuck." Tormund.

Jon reluctantly sat up and slowly started dressing. Let them wait. I've had to put up with theirs. But the next voice made him bolt upright.

"I'm going in."

Jon and Sansa dressed at record speed then when they heard Rhaenys' voice.

And then there she was.

"My, my, my. Baby brother and my Baby girl making babies already. I'd hug you both but you both reek of sex and surgery," Jon's gorgeous older sister was standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips, looking at them like a mother busting her children. She looked at her former younger colleague in Visenya Hill Medical. "So should I set you up with an appointment with me, Sunshine? Sometime in the next two weeks? Did you do the position I told you about to make sure babies?"

"Rhaenys!" Sansa turned beet red and Rhaenys noticed her finger.

She turned on Jon then and raised a brow. "Baby brother. I'd congratulate you both but this can't be. You do this right. I told you to treat Sansa like a queen."

"Rhaenys, it's okay. It doesn't matter," Sansa meant to argue some more but Rhaenys simply raised her brows at her, then turned to Jon again.

"I lost the ring," Jon finally admitted, hanging his head.

Rhaenys grinned then and called for Tormund to come inside and once he did, Jon saw that his coat was draped on his arm. "The box is inside too where you left it," he barked as he handed it back to Jon.

"Now here's what's going to happen.I know Sansa already said yes to your silly but yes romantic knot tying, but now that all the shit has already happened tonight, you two heroes deserve the night you were meant to have. So now, Jon, go and follow Tormund while I make Sansa even more drop dead gorgeous."

She walked over to Jon and poked his arm. "You do this right or I swear I'll shave your hair off."

Jon cringed then couldn't do anything but agree.

"Meet you on the roof?" he threw over his shoulder.

"You know I'll be there." Sansa said sweetly.

"Okay, break it up. More of that later."

Sansa blew him a kiss then while Jon grinned at her before he was shoved off the room where Sansa could hear he was greeted with hoots and whistles.

She looked back and Rhaenys was already pulling out a dress from the carrier she had. Sansa's heart picked up when she saw it was white.

"Okay, my Cinderella. Let your fairy good-sister work her magic on you but I hope you don't mind if my reinforcements are not mice or a duck."

"Eww, this room stinks of sex.'

"Arya."

Sansa turned around then and saw her mother and her sister bickering.

"Mom! Arya - what are you-

Catelyn pulled her into a hug that Sansa reddened some more knowing she smelled of Jon but her mother didn't think any of it as she hugged her tight. "We saw the news, darling girl. Everyone is here," Catelyn explained. "We almost lost you - he almost lost you. It's time darling."

"W-what?" She looked at the white gown Rhaenys was holding up.

"Oh no, not this yet," she said, her eyes twinkling when she caught Sansa looking at the dress.

Arya chuckled as she smirked at her, giving her a half hug and a nose wrinkle. "You're gonna have a record breaking shortest engagement ever, Sans."

"Need an extra pair of hands?"

"Dr. Targaryen!"

"Please, it's Elia, or if you would prefer, you can call me mother too. And here's your dress."

"What is happening?" Sansa threw her hands in the air, her skin looking perpetually flushed from both embarrassment and from Jon and then she saw that they were all wearing gowns too - even Arya.

The women all laughed in answer, pushing her out the room and towards the female locker room.

"Everything, my sweet," Dr. Elia Martell-Targaryen crooned before shutting the door behind them.

If the trauma surgeon fails to construct secure knots at the beginning or the end of the laceration, knot slippage will occur, resulting in wound dehiscence.

Shock was the understatement of the night but this night has been a series of 'not-this-way-Jon' enough for him to question anything. And now he was in one of the doctor's lounge with the Prime Minister, the Northern Governor, the Major General of the Northern Army, and the Lieutenant General of the Airforce.

Or rather, Jon's father, Sansa's father Ned, her older brother Robb, and Jon's older brother Aegon.

Bran and Rickon were here too and somehow Jon felt all kinds of anxiety.

Thank the Gods that it was Aegon he saw first who pushed him into taking a shower then handed him a new suit - black this time and surprisingly, a white button-down and not red.

When he was dressed and groomed, Aegon tossed the ring box at him and smirked. "Didn't know you had it in you, little brother. Sansa Stark is too good for you," he teased.

Jon grumbled. "Don't I know it."

"Hey, just kidding. You know I tried asking her out more than once. She turned me down each time."

Jon raised his brows at him.

Aegon shook his head while laughing, his long silver hair swishing as he did. Jon couldn't believe it. Girls usually fell for his older brother, often using him to get to Aegon. And now he can't stop the smug look that was building at the thought that she chose him over his pretty brother.

Aegon rolled his eyes at him. "Don't look too smug."

"Can't you just give me a few more seconds to gloat?"

He snorted. "No. You don't have time. Everyone's here," he grinned impishly at Jon.

Jon stopped smiling. "Everyone?"

"Yes. Including the wolf pack. Ready to join your new leader? Oh and you're welcome by the way. Ned and Rhaegar wanted to come get you from the on-call room. Good thing Val warned me."

"Shit." Aegon laughed. "Why?"

Aegon didn't answer and just said "Good luck, bro," before shoving him inside the lounge.

Jon couldn't contain his shock when he saw all of them with matching smiles on their faces. And there he knew at once that Rhaenys Targaryen and Ned Stark could not keep a secret.

He had ask Ned months ago for his blessing and then he remembered telling his father that he was going to marry Sansa one day but didn't say when. Wait, maybe Ned did keep his word and it was Rhaenys who told the rest.

But why were they here - all here and now.

Rhaegar strode over then and clapped his back. "I hear congratulations are in order."

"How did you - Rhaenys?"

He chuckled.

"Still doesn't explain why you are all here. This is my night to propose. It was meant to be private."

"Well, considering we almost lost the two of you today - oh come on, we know what you would be if anything happens to her. Anyway, son. We've all waited long enough."

"But - I was just planning..." Jon's eyes grew wide when he saw everyone looking at him with matching knowing grins - all of them were in either suits or in full decorated mess dress uniforms.

Tormund went inside then, still in his scrubs as he eyed him then broke into a laugh. "Finally caught on?"

Aegon snickered and elbowed their father. "I think he gets it now."

Jon still couldn't believe it. "But...you don't think it's too soon? I mean, I barely got her to move in with me. I was planning on giving her a long engagement," he started rambling in panic. It was true. He just planned to propose knowing he wouldn't rush her to the altar even if he wanted to. He'd give her all the time she needed. He just wants her to know how serious he was with her and get her to accept that. And now they were all here and telling him that it was time.

What if she says no?

She already said yes.

Robb and Ned exchanged looks before Robb moved forward, his medals clinking as he walked. "I'm sorry Jon. Were we misinformed? Didn't you already ask her...earlier?" He said with a hint of a teasing frown when he said earlier and Jon wanted the ground to swallow him up.

Yes, he and Sansa had unprofessionally used the on-call room to... consummate their reunion. But in his defense, it was the start of the Night shift and how was he to know that his family and hers would be here to see the most awkward - and not to mention, dangerous walk of shame in the history of the world (Aside from Ned and Robb,  Arya was in special ops. But most of all Senator Catelyn Tully-Stark was here and she could cut you with just a look. Seven hells, they could still call the Blackfish who was the Admiral.)

Not even his father or brother could save him from the wolves - never mind that he was half. Though Rhaenys might've had a chance, but she probably loved Sansa more than she did him.

You do this right. I told you to treat Sansa like a queen.

Having a quickie in the on call room was not royal treatment especially since she was injured. Fuck.

Robb laughed again though his nose wrinkled too. "We're not too keen on how we...found you two, but since my baby sister is alive and happy we all decided that we want her to stay alive and happy and while we are completely convinced she is capable of the former, we all know she can only get the latter if she's with you. And from what we heard, she agreed to spending the rest of her life with you."

"But -

Robb sighed then. "Come on Jon. You two are already living together. And if I know Sansa, she's not like the rest of us. Not a reckless bone in her body. Plenty stubborn but she doesn't just dive unless it's a sure thing."

Hearing that made Jon feel warm and light. He knew that of course, but it certainly helped to hear somebody else say it. But there was just one more thing that's stopping him. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at each of them.

"I know. I want to but I also want to give her the wedding she wants - a wedding she deserves," he said slowly. "Even if the planning takes months - years."

Some of the men groaned, some sighed, some laughed but Rhaegar frowned at Jon and frankly looked insulted.

"I don't know where I'm most insulted. That you think you'll get married here or that none of us - especially me could pull together something less than ostentatious? No. We're just here giving you time to get the proposal you planned out of the way before we fly the two of you to White Harbor."

Jon gaped and his handsome father smirked, indigo eyes flashing and he looked at Aegon.

Aegon whipped out the two-way radio we used when we were younger. "Dragon 2 to Dragon 1, do you read? Over."

"Dragon 1 here. Affirmative in that. Go ahead. Over."

Aegon grinned. "Update on Red Wolf. Over."

"Red Wolf will be up in 300 seconds, do you copy?"

"Roger on that. Dispatching the Ice Dragon. Over."

"Good. Dragon 1 over and out."

Aegon smirked at him. "Well, soldier, what are you waiting for?"

Jon grinned and gave them a salute before sprinting out but not before getting butt whacked by everyone.

When Jon reached the rooftop, the food he knew that grew cold was already gone and replaced instead with a bottle of vintage red, and a plate of fresh new lemon cakes and everywhere there were new winter roses.

Jon took out the box then and reassured himself that the ring was still there and when he saw it he let out a relieved breath.

Checking his watch it was already half past two in the morning.

"Jon?"

He froze for a moment before turning around, his jaw dropping when he saw Sansa.

Sansa was wearing a blue dress that was a shade darker than her eyes under a white fur trimmed coat that complemented her still flushed skin. Her hair was half-up in an intricate braid and flowed down in gentle waves and curled at the ends while her makeup was redone but subtle. Just a hint of cream on her eyes, and pink a shade darker than her natural color on her lips but the blush she carried was natural.

He looked down at her clasped hands and saw that the knot he tied around her finger was still there.

When he looked back up at her she was smiling so softly while her eyes were incredibly tender.

Jon walked over to her and took her hand, leading her slowly near the edge so they could see the dock and the Bay of Seals below.

Sansa looked around, gazing in wonder at how Jon transformed the roof top. And when she looked back at Jon he was looking at her so intently, a hint of a smile on his face.

"Jon?"

Jon shook his head. "Let me do this right, Sansa."

Sansa wanted to say something but seeing the expression Jon wore, she nodded and waited.

"Sansa, I know it seems so fast but the more I think about it - think about us, we're almost two decades in the making. Do you know when it started for me?"

Sansa shook her head.

Jon nodded and fingered the knot on her finger. "Sixteen years ago in Highgarden, I saw a pretty girl with a long red braid, struggling with her knot tying."

"Oh Jon -

He shook his head. "Let me finish. Sansa, three times. Sixteen years and we only had three important dates." He chuckled. "Can you imagine? Just three but those three moments meant so much to me."

"Three. Highgarden. Casterly. King's Landing. All three were by chance and in all three you were tying knots."

Sansa smiled so tenderly at him, tilting her head as her eyes swam with emotion.

"Each of them were by chance. And each of them involved knots. Do you remember?"

She grinned and nodded.

"I can still remember when I taught you how to tie your first surgeon's knot. You were a quick study and you did so with finesse it's amazing. While you beautifully tied your first knot in me, I believe I didn't follow my own advice. Because I was too dense to see that I should've secured my knot with you from there. And then nine years later, Casterly," he sighed.

"You did it again. Tied another knot but I couldn't do the same because you were with someone else then," he stroked her hair remembering how it was shorn then as a sign of dedication to her residency training.

Sansa frowned and looked at him apologetically. Jon leant his forehead against hers and shook his head. "Then I had another chance three years after in King's Landing. You don't know how much I wanted to kiss you then."

"Why didn't you? I mean when we were at my doorstep, it could've happened."

"Because I knew I wanted more than just a night with you. No, let me finish. A part of me reasoned to take what I could because what if that was all I could get? But the more reasonable part of me knew that if I want anything with you, it has to be more - it has to be all.  And we couldn't have that then. Because I was from King's Landing and I ran North to make a name for myself, just as you were from the North and you left to pave your own path too. We were running in different directions. And...it was the first time I saw you free and happy and I knew from Rhaenys that you were thriving there. I wasn't ready to come back to the capital and I wouldn't want to keep you from where you were too. And though I'd try long-distance, I'll be honest enough that I can't do that. I barely made it a week when you left for Volantis but it was your promise that it was only temporary that got me through it," he cupped her face. "So I thought that maybe it was time to move on since every time it wasn't the right timing - maybe it wasn't meant to be. That time I thought you finally closed with a final knot."

"So imagine my surprise when my father called, telling me that Ned Stark's golden daughter was joining the staff here - here in this dingy hospital, telling me to look out for her and make her feel welcome. I didn't believe it until the day I actually saw you here. Sansa Stark was here and was staying. I didn't know how to handle it and you even lived across from me! I thought I've moved on but then I fell for you again - or maybe it was never lost but the moment I knew I couldn't wait anymore. Do you remember that night? The one where there was an accident at Castle Black?"

She blushed and nodded.

"I found you here like I did back then in Casterly. Exhausted and underappreciated. I wanted nothing more but to rectify that."

"You ambushed me with a kiss!" she narrowed her eyes at him playfully.

"Hey I waited sixteen years for that kiss," he smirked then his expression softened. "I wasn't going to allow myself to be stupid any longer. I knew I had to do it - had to tell you I wanted to be with you. I told myself that day that, Sansa Stark was a capable woman who would make all her dreams into reality. A strong woman that doesn't need protection yet I found myself wanting to try anyway. I just want to be part of it - part of you. Part of something that's so amazing and beautiful."

Jon gripped her hand. "With you there's no middle ground. I give you a grain, you give me a harvest. I give you a harvest, and you only take a grain. It's incredibly frustrating and unfair but I understand why you do this. I see it all the time. It's how you treat, it's how you heal, it's how you save," he paused, choking a bit as he cupped her face with both hands.

"Sansa, you always give the best of yourself in everything but for some reason you can't get it past this beautiful stubborn heard of yours to accept praise and recognition. You always say that you're just doing your job and that you always always want to do more. I get it. But love, you have to accept some of the returns too. You can take too. So I'll keep giving you the harvest and let you take as much as you are willing until you're comfortable enough to take it whole too."

"Three knots you gave me and not once was I able to tie one on you that was secure enough. Now I'm going to give you back three tonight but you have to close those knots yourself."

He opened her palm and dropped two sets of matching keys - all tied with surgical knots identical to the one she gave him years ago. Sansa looked up at him in question while he just smiled and pointed to the first set. "These are keys to our clinic in New Castle Pres. I've already given my notice for Eastwatch. I'm still an affiliate but my main practice is in White Harbor."

Sansa's hand flew to her mouth. "But Jon -

He shook his head and pointed at the other set of keys. "Now these ones... okay, Sansa don't freak out, okay? We still own our unit at the Gift but I gave up our apartment in White Harbor. I know it's a big step but ever since you've agreed to move in with me, I've wanted to give you a house - a real one. It's a big house that's pricy but I wanted one where you can have a view of the port and the river and have a garden too. I made sure the kitchen is complete - it's so big. We have a porch, a yard... and it's...the part of the old Wolf's Den and you can change anything you want - we can even move. I'll let you choose. Anywhere, my love. But for now, if you want it, we have our own house. I've already moved our things there. I made sure it was ready before you come back."

"And lastly..."

Jon went down on one knee then and took out the black box, opening it and showing Sansa his final knot. "I know you already said yes, but now I'm asking more of you, more than I ever asked of you before.

He rubbed her left hand with his thumb. "Sansa Stark, will you start a new life with me today?"

Sansa flung herself to him then, sobbing and nodding. "Yes. Yes, I will. I don't want to wait either."

Jon smiled like he never smiled before as tears pricked at his eyes. "Hold on - let me put this on you."

Sansa pulled away then and extended her hand.

"There's no backing out of this Stark. I assure you, I've had years of practice tying knots and once this one is -

"Put a ring on it, Snow."

He grinned as he slipped the ring on top of the knot he tied earlier on her finger, kissed her hand then kissed her.

They stood there wrapped around each other as they lost themselves in the moment.

When they pulled away, they were smiling brightly.

"Just for the record, you did say yes to marrying me today right?"

Sansa laughed. "Yes, silly. My family and yours made that very clear to me that it was happening today."

Jon was about to tell her that he doesn't care what they think that they'd marry when she wants of her own free will when she cut him off.

"Besides, I'd like that when you carry me over the threshold of our new home, I'd be Mrs. Sansa Snow in White Harbor," she looked up at him.

Jon choked again and he was crying within seconds.

Sansa was crying too but she was smiling and laughing as she kissed away Jon's tears. "I love you Jon."

Jon crushed her to him then. "I love you too. So so so much Sansa."

Sansa looked up at him from her lashes. "Jon?"

He brushed her hair behind her ear. "Yes?"

"Thank you for saving me."

Jon stared at her. "Sans-

"You did. Time and time again. Even when I didn't want to. Even when I didn't even know I needed to be."

Jon let out a breath then and smiled at her, tracing a finger down her cheek. "It's only right I keep trying. You save me too. Not only my life is tethered to yours, but someone who saves so many lives need to live longer."

She beamed then blinked. "But Jon, you're leaving Eastwatch -"

"And you left King's Landing" Jon countered.

"But -

"White Harbor is in the middle, don't you think? The best of both worlds? It's still in the North but it's near the South. It has a dock, and it has an airport in case we need to go away."

"And now it has you," Sansa beamed. "That's enough for me."

"Of course I'm there because you will be. Where you go, I go. I've learned my lesson."

She laughed. "Well, it's time n-whoa!"

Jon swept her up in his arms then. "To the altar - stat!"

"Ugh, you're so cheesy!"

Jon laughed at her then and nodded at Aegon and Robb who were waiting by the door, with Robb holding it open for them and Aegon speaking on the two way again when the P.A. system called out.

"Paging Dr. Jon Snow and Dr. Sansa Stark, please proceed to White Harbor for your wedding. Congratulations."

[dcnativegal]

I miss Black people

A tall Black man came into the office in Christmas Valley last week to introduce himself as a social services worker for parts of Deschutes County and north Lake County, too.  My door and my fellow therapist’s door were open, and we introduced ourselves and chatted amicably. When he and I discovered we had both lived in DC, I became Chatty Cathy, waxing poetic about Ethiopian Food. It became clear that he wasn’t that familiar with it, couldn’t remember the word ‘injera’… but that was okay. I was talking to a Black man who knew DC.  I’m pretty sure I embarrassed myself. My colleague was friendly and professional. I was irrationally glad to see him out of all proportion to the occasion.

He probably left thinking to himself, white people are weird. Guilty as charged.  

I am one of those white people who study Black people. Their experience, history, personalities, and the systemic, systematic way in which they’ve been imprisoned in one big internment camp called the United States of America. Everything about them, with the possible exception of current music beyond a superficial point. My kids listen to nothing but music made by Black people, so we, as a family, have that covered.

Formative books: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. The Color Purple. Beloved. Also, Why do all the Black kids sit together in the Cafeteria, and When Race Became Real. Between the World and Me is the most recent.

Formative movies: Sounder (with music by Taj Mahal).  Anything by Spike Lee (with the possible exception of Inside Job, which is excellent, but not about Black experience.) Moonlight. Daughters of the Dust.  I am Not Your Negro is the most recent. Anything by Ava DuVernay, most recently, 13th. (I dare you, white reader, to watch it, on Netflix, and not have your mind blown.)

Music: Otis Redding. Songs in the Key of Life by Stevie Wonder. Early Michael Jackson and the Jackson Five. Tracy Chapman. India Arie.

I could go on and on… Perhaps I’ll stop with this link to 100 Woke Black women to follow: http://www.essence.com/news/woke-100-women

“Study” does not mean to keep at arms-length. I have been a marshmallow in a sea of cocoa since I can remember being alive. And since, many times, in different schools and neighborhoods, I was one of the few white kids, it behooved me to observe how we are similar and different. When you are the minority, you study the majority.

Little differences, in hygiene practices (Black women are more fastidious), in pronunciation (Andrea is pronounced An DRE uh by Black folks, AN dreeah by white. Darrell is DaRELLE for Black people and DAR rul for white.)  In Happy Birthday songs: Black folks sing the Stevie Wonder version. In mythical secret jokes. Some Black people think that white people smell bad when wet. I’m serious. Based on how stinky the white men were when they came across the Atlantic to kidnap Black people. I mentioned this one day to a church friend, a PhD in Math, descended from Jamaicans, and she gasped! How did I know?! (I read it in a book, silly.)

I notice how much African American Vernacular English is used by white people. “You go, girl.”  “24/7.” “I’m down.” “Word.” White folks don’t necessarily notice. I do. I try not to use AAVE. For fear of being scolded by my daughter. But also, because it is not appropriate. I struggle with this appropriateness thing. Because it’s the right thing to do. I keep learning how much culture has been stolen from Black Americans. Elvis Presley is just the tip of the iceburg. White people have stolen from Black people for millennia, and not just culturally. I look for examples of this, and find it, daily.  I look out of long habit, so that I can give credit where credit is due.

It is absolutely true that Black people have transformed my life again and again. A Black 10th grade English teacher told me I was a good writer and should check out the Urban Journalism Workshop. I did, I applied, I got in, I learned to write, and the article I wrote earned an honorable mention from the Robert Kennedy Journalism awards. It was about the gentrification of Mount Pleasant, a neighborhood in DC. In 1976.  I’m pretty sure I got into Oberlin College because of the Urban Journalism Workshop. Because I had zero extracurriculars besides running away from home. Thank you, Mrs. Feely.

I spent 40 years in the grooviest episcopal church on the planet (IMHO) because of a Black seminarian I almost married. He was 9 years my senior, I was 17, when we met. St Stephen & the Incarnation became my spiritual home because he was assigned there. And after I realized I was too young to marry, it stayed my parish home until I moved to the Oregon Outback in August 2016. Thank you, Eddie.

I miss my Black friends. Gay and straight women, with a few gay Black men in there, too. I know a lot of wonderful straight Black men, but I can’t say I’d call any of them in the middle of the night to take me to the emergency room. (One of my criteria for being a real friend. I’m sure they’d take me; I would just be so embarrassed.)  Each of my friends is amazing. Of course, that is also true of my white friends. I’ve been mulling over the difference between my white and Black friends.

I’m reminded of something I read years ago about being friends across the racial chasm: the Black woman’s advice to her white friend was, “Forget I am Black. And, never forget that I am Black.”  The zen koan of being friends with a Black person.

I feel lucky when a Black person will deign to be my friend. They could so easily reserve their precious energies for other people of color, especially people of the African diaspora. Out of self-care. (deign: verb, do something that one considers to be beneath one's dignity.  "she did not deign to answer the maid's question" Archaic condescend to give [something.]  "He had deigned an apology.")    When I am hanging out with my Black friends who are activists and seemingly tireless in their work for justice in all kinds of situations, I am amazed that they have time for me. I know in fact that they are tired. And I do my best to be someone they can relax with. Even though I am white.

I have a Black friend who grew up in Crown Heights Brooklyn, where my son lives now in an apartment with many roommates. Her parents were from Guyana, an African-Caribbean country. Crown Heights is gentrifying, but it seems to still hold a special mix of Caribbean immigrants and Hasidim. S is a little younger than I am, and also has 2 kids, one in college (same one as my daughter) and the other graduated (as is my son.)  My kids’ dad and I met their family when we each had only one baby in diapers and one parent each were home, and craving adult conversation. Play group in Brookland DC used to meet once a week until the community-organizing father of my children got hold of it, and then it met 3 times a week.

Our oldest boys were friends. We had second children. We developed a tradition of going to the Outer Banks in North Carolina for a week every summer and sharing an old beach house that was right on the water, one family per bedroom. We’d have 4 families give or take, and take turns cooking, looking after munchkins, and going on field trips to the Wright Brothers Museum, Walmart, and movies.

When it was time to figure out where to have the oldest boys go to school, our two families combined forces. In DC, finding a decent public school requires a strategy. We got pretty elaborate: what are our criteria for excellence? How much did each value weigh in the decision?  We teamed up, with S and I spending the night in her car one icy January to get on the list for a popular bilingual Spanish/English immersion school (Oyster Elementary). My kids’ dad and her husband hit a number of schools that were apparently much less popular but still made our list. My kid got into Oyster, and S, who was right after me, did not. We decided that our boys would go to a DC public Montessori program instead of risking separation.  

By the way, S met a nice Jewish young man from Iowa when they both attended Harvard, and married him. After many years, she decided to convert to Judaism, and both boys had bar mitzvahs, which were very cool to attend.

Both families switched to another DC public Montessori program when the original one seemed in steep decline, and enjoyed that community for a while. It became clear that my son wasn’t doing as well in that context, so I got him on a waiting list for a phenomenal charter school that uses the Expeditionary Learning model (affiliated with Outward Bound.)

We remained friends as families, going to the beach, joining the pool just over the DC line that many Brooklanders belonged to. Our boys grew apart, but we still hung out. One amazing bit of fate is that it was S and her son who introduced my boy to film-making at around 6th grade. He now makes his living as a filmmaker and is a Tisch film school graduate.

S is one of those women who is rather butch, and also straight. She is not femme: never wears make up, keeps her hair very short for minimum of fuss, and never wears skirts or dresses (except in her wedding.)  I taught her to knit on one of our beach weeks, and she’s gone on to become expert and imaginative. I figured out at one point that I had a crush on her, but I stomped that out, and we have had a great 20+ year friendship.

When my marriage ended, S and her husband extended dinner invitations to both me and my ex, separately, but only I responded. My ex is introverted, and for some reason he let his connection to these folks wither. I was grateful to hold onto the friendship, and enjoyed coming to their house for amazing food prepared by Ed, the son of the Iowan baker. Lots of far ranging conversation. We’d solve the problems of the world, and then I’d go home. We also share a love of movies. I had to call Ed once to get me to an emergency department, and he did with calm kindness.

Neither S nor her husband are on Facebook much, which is where I keep in touch with most of my social connections from DC. I’ll have to actually write them a letter, which I used to do routinely.  I miss these people very much. Maybe I should just call them up. How novel.

S was my friend first, and Black incidentally.

B became my friend and her Blackness was way more prominent. Whereas S never uses AAVE, B uses it a lot, and with her I feel like I can say “GIIRRRRRLLLL” in greeting.

 B is from a large African-American Catholic family, originally from Florida. Old school Black, which is to say, ancestors enslaved and brought to the mainland United States, then reared here after Emancipation, and always in the minority. Whereas Island folks, from what was formerly known as the West Indies, were also enslaved, they freed themselves from colonial power, and became majority Black countries. B taught me that some Caribbean folks look down on the old school Black folks. I learned a lot about hierarchies within Blackness from Brigette.

We met at a card game for women in our neighborhood. Her son was a year older than mine, and she lived within a block of us. I started to pursue her as a friend; we attended a Black-taught “all sizes welcomed” yoga class in the neighborhood, and would walk there and back every Saturday morning. On those walks we got to know each other.

She is so accomplished; a law degree, an all but dissertation PhD drop out, an author, a management consultant, a philanthropist. I was honored to be the one white person present for a discernment committee she gathered, Quaker style, to help her make a decision.  She influenced me a great deal. I hope I was a good friend to her. She was, probably still is, extremely busy, always, involved in one justice-promoting effort after another. I felt like a slacker in her presence. And she was not judging me. She simply lived every waking moment as an opportunity for social change. I also know there is pain underneath that activity, not just ‘post-traumatic slavery syndrome.’  Our sons are out in the world making art. She is making change. I miss her.

There are many others… Imani, D, Isaiah, Fern, Paulette, Liane…and powerful Facebook friends... Claudia, Alan, Reuben, KM

When I see a Black person out here in Oregon, I am riveted and try not to stare. Black people in white places are used to this, it is the ‘white gaze’, just like women are conscious of the ‘male gaze.’  For the observed, this vigilance is automatic and barely conscious until there is a perceived danger. Is that man (of whatever color) following me down this street? Is that white woman following me in this store?  I regret that I am adding to this vigilance for people of color in Oregon.

In Eugene Oregon at a huge hippy extravaganza called Country Fair, I took to counting Black people. Less than 20. I follow the SURJ-Eugene Chapter on Facebook. It’s the closest chapter to where I live. (Standing up for Racial Justice is a white person’s organization that hopes to support Black Lives Matter efforts. White folks can ask other white folks to call each other out and help each other grow. This is not the job of Black People.)  Oregon is a very white place. 

I am an anti-racist organization of one. Which is not to say I am the only one who cares about racism against Black people, systemic and individualized here in Lake County. I have not yet met anyone as steeped as I am, but it’s always possible. (Where are you?) Anybody out here willing to start a book club to read Witnessing Whiteness? It’s for white people who want to reveal and counteract the racism that lives within all of us.

From the context of my upbringing, and my choice, the collective and multi-hued Black American World is my north star. The Black/white conversation, the current animosity, the centuries-long history, is my cosmology: “noun, the science of the origin and development of the universe.” My social universe. The foundation upon which I build my politics, my theology of justice, my self-image. My corrective. Also, my joy.

I am a white person who works on her racism. Even when there are no Black people in my Oregon Outback world, except a phlebotomist, one former client, and the girlfriend of another. My moral universe is constructed around the fact of the injustice of slavery and its current unjust sequelae. (Noun. se·que·la. a condition that is the consequence of a previous disease or injury.)  Part of the post-slavery curse is the anti-government bias that is ripping further the tattered safety net. It is hard work to help white folks in mostly white contexts to see how anti-Black racism seeps into every bit of politics and also harms them individually. I’m working on this. I find it exhausting when the occasional conversation starts with “I don’t have a racist bone in my body.” I was so spoiled in D.C.

Yes, I believe in reparations. TaNehisi Coates’ work on this in The Atlantic is a paradigm-shifter.  (https://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2014/06/the-case-for-reparations/361631/)

I only recently read a book on the native American experience, Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz’s epic, “An Indigenous Peoples' History of the United States.” Now I can include the injustice wrought against native peoples into my cosmology. Except I did not grow up as a white person in a majority First Nation context. A whole new arena to familiarize myself with. First Nations are deeply relevant to life out here due to water rights.  (You can watch Roxane Dunbar-Ortiz read from the book here: https://youtu.be/Pn4QTS6S3WU.) And you can read about water rights and the Klamath Nation here: (https://www.rotary.org/en/rotarian-helping-klamath-river-dispute)

I will continue to be a Black-identified white woman living in Whitelandia. I will try not to be obnoxious when I hear something flatly racist, although I will counter it. Someone said something about Black on Black crime early on. I said something, and now she knows I’m a ‘liberal.’  I share about Black experience on Facebook because I rejoice at the artistry and profound accomplishments of people who Overcome, every day. Maybe my new friends in Oregon will have a couple of stereotypes dashed by following my Facebook posts. Maybe not.  Some of the clients at our mental health center are white ex-offenders with Aryan nation tattoos. Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.

My job is to enlighten white people, somehow, with humility, because i know next to nothing. I need to tell the truth, but tell it slant, as Emily Dickinson wrote, so the truth will dazzle gradually. My job is to live with integrity wherever I am, as inclusively as possible, mining my own deep veins of ignorance (see, Native American History, also, the racist history of Oregon vis a vis Sundown laws, et al.) Counteracting the deep ignorance of the public discourse about the roots of our current politics in my own thinking. And praying to know how to be a bridge builder.

Written on the immensely tall wall of the Lincoln Memorial are words from the 2nd Innaugural address. To quote Wikipedia, “Lincoln suggests that the death and destruction wrought by the [Civil] war was divine retribution to the U.S. for possessing slavery, saying that God may will that the war continue "until every drop of blood drawn with the lash shall be paid by another drawn with the sword", and that the war was the country's "woe due".’  What I believe is that the great Civil War in the USA right now is the price we are paying for the sin of slavery, the divide of have and have not, early white immigrant/imperialist versus newer immigrant especially from South and Central America, the disconnect of white republican voters-for-trump and the fact of their deep dependence on the government. My cousin, President Lincoln, (4th cousin, 5 times removed) was more right than he knew.

I will be an ally no matter where I am, however (deeply) imperfect. I can’t help it.

[ecotone99]

[RF] A House to Call Home

He pulled into the driveway and saw that the realtor was already there, leaning against the door of her car, waiting for him. She smiled and walked over to his car as he parked, grabbed his jacket and stepped out.

“Mr. Bradburn?” she said, holding out her hand. He nodded and shook her hand, starting to look around while she continued talking. “Amanda Williamson — Amanda.”

“Please, call me Owen. I always feel weird when anyone calls me ‘Mr. Bradburn’. Makes me want to look around for my dad.”

Amanda laughed. “All right, Owen. And I know the feeling. I’m glad you called about this property. The executor called just earlier this week to lower the price again. It’s the last asset in the estate and they want to finish up. So, it’s really a steal.”

Owen looked around, seeing the overgrown grass, the bushes that desperately needed some trimming, and the exterior of the house that was at least ten years overdue for being painted. “Lowered the price again, you say? That’s good to know. I was in the area and driving past it when I saw the ‘For Sale’ sign out front. I’ve been thinking of moving out here, and I thought I would find out more about it.”

“Oh, it’s a great house! There’s lots of space inside and, yeah, from the outside, I know it looks like it needs some work. But, if you bought it, you’d have a wonderful house and, given the price they’re asking, you’d still be able to afford quite a bit of renovation, and that will really raise the value tremendously!” She laughed and lowered her voice. “Confidentially, I’ve had a couple of builders calling to ask about it. I think they’re just contemplating buying it to clean it up a little and flip it. None of them have wanted to make anything even close to a reasonable offer, though. And, also, I’ve been told that the Hawthorns lived here for fifty years, so it seems like it would really be a shame for a house with that much local history not to be bought by someone who would be living in it.

“Now, as you can see, the garage is detached. It’s listed as a three-car garage. However, the third garage was added on and the roof is a little bit low, so it’s probably better to think of using it for storage and not so much as a regular garage space. Although, you’ve still got the full original two-car garage space for your car and … your wife’s car …?”

“No, no, Amanda. I’m not married. I’ve been too busy for the past … well … thirty years, now, while I’ve been working. But I’m thinking it would be nice to have a house out here, in the countryside — so I’d have a chance to relax and enjoy some peace and quiet, just looking at nature around me.”

“Oh, you’ll definitely have that out here. Everyone’s very friendly, of course, and it’s not like all your neighbors are right on top of you and blasting parties or anything. I used to live in the city myself, so I remember what that was like.” She walked over to the side of the garage and pressed some of the buttons on a keypad there, making all three garage doors start to open. “Like I said, lots of space in the garages. The two main garages are even a bit bigger than normal. Plus, as I said, the third garage would be great for storing snowblowers and lawnmowers, or even a bicycle.”

# # #

When Owen was a kid, his best friend was Cameron. The two of them were always going back and forth between their houses. One summer Saturday, like so many, he’d gotten up and had breakfast while watching the usual Saturday morning cartoons. After cleaning up and putting the milk and cereal away, he had been laying around in the living room, still watching cartoons. Around 11 o’clock, his mom had called out to him, saying she and his dad were heading out to go grocery shopping. He had to be back by dinner time, but, other than that, he was on his own until then. Hearing that, he realized it was time to get moving, so he pulled on shorts and a T-shirt, grabbed his bike and pedaled over Cameron’s house.

He slid his bike to a halt in the driveway, dropping it and running over to the door. After ringing the doorbell a few times, he’d yelled for Cameron to stop being a lazy bum and come on out so they could go riding and hang out. A few weeks before, Cameron’s grandpa had finished all the work to add a third garage so now Cameron had somewhere to leave his bike — next to his grandpa’s lawnmower — rather than shoved to the side next to the cars.

Owen ran to the new garage, grabbed the handle and yanked it up, ducking his head underneath so he could go in to grab Cameron’s bike. He knocked the kickstand up with the side of his foot and rolled it out into the driveway. Cameron came out of the house, still pulling a T-shirt over his head. “Hey! Leave my bike alone! I’ll get it!”

“Yeah, yeah. I just wanted to get it ready for you. I think some of the other boys are probably going over to the ball field around noon. If they are, with you and me there, there should be enough for us to make two teams and actually play some. I’ll tell Brian he has to let you pitch some today!”

“Like Brian even wants me on the same team. The only reason he lets me play is because he wants to keep you happy so you’ll keep hitting those balls way into outfield.”

“Whatever! C’mon! Let’s go!”

# # #

“Along with the space out here, there’s power, and not just to feed the garage door openers. So, you could even convert one of the bays into a workshop if you wanted to do some of the work on the house yourself?”

“Maybe. Something to think about. And with the third garage, I could buy a motorcycle like I’ve sort of always wanted to do. There’s certainly enough twisting roads up here. With all three garages, I’d still have lots of space left over.”

“That’s the idea! Now, let’s go inside. The house is empty, so you’ll need to picture the rooms with furniture in them. Even with nothing in it, though, I love the kitchen and I think you will, too. It’s huge and is absolutely phenomenal!���

The two of them walked to the back door. Amanda unlocked and opened it, gesturing for Owen to go in ahead of her. Immediately inside the door, they walked into a mudroom that had a washer and dryer over to the side.

“I’ve been told that when the house was first built, there wasn’t a separate laundry room. At some point, they modified this mudroom, bringing water and drainage up here so they could install a washing machine and dryer. Granted, there’s not a lot of room here for folding or setting up an ironing board, but at least it’s up here and not down in the basement.”

She led him into the kitchen. And, just as she had said, it was, indeed, very large and very open. “See! There’s so much room here, and that’s even with still having both a refrigerator and a stand-up freezer in here. There is a dishwasher, but it’s not working. They factored that into the price when the house first was put on the market, though.”

Amanda walked over to the large open space. “Before this was emptied out, there was a full, six-person dining table over here, positioned this way.” She gestured with her arms. “If you wanted an even larger table in here, you could just turn it the other way and, you see, there’s more than enough space. Now, there is a separate dining room over there,” she said as she pointed through a door on the far side of the kitchen, “but it’s smaller than the space here and I don’t think they ever even really used it that much.”

# # #

There were lots of times that Owen had been inside Cameron’s house. Of course, it wasn’t really Cameron’s house, or his parents’. It was Cameron’s grandparents’ house. His mom had married into the family and they’d been living there while Cameron’s dad was still trying to find a job. From what he’d heard, things had been really tight, money-wise, for his dad, so they’d been staying with his grandparents for quite a few years.

Cameron’s grandma, Lynn, was always super nice to Owen when he came to visit. Just about every time he was there, she would offer him some juice or a glass of milk, and it seemed like there was never a time when there wasn’t a jar of cookies in the pantry. Somehow, that jar of cookies was always just within reach for Owen or Cameron. Whenever his grandma would step out of the kitchen for a few minutes, one of them would run over to the pantry, grab the jar and pull out a few cookies, some for each of them. She would walk back into the kitchen and over to the stove or the sink, pretending not to see them eating the cookies.

# # #

“There’s a half bath just off the kitchen here and then over here is the living room. Just look at this view! You’ve got this great bay window showing the entire front yard and the driveway all the way out to the road.

“So, even though it’s hard to see with no furniture, there’s lots of space and you could easily fit a sofa and a loveseat, and even a couple of recliners. Or, for that matter, you put a card table over on that side and then invite your friends over for a poker night. Then, this wall would be perfect to set up a media center with a big flat-screen TV, so you’d be all set for Sunday football games or the World Series or anything like that.”

# # #

The doctors weren’t able to figure out what the problem was, but Cameron seemed to just keep getting weaker. Oh, sure, he could still go to school, but he’d always sit out during gym class. And then, on the weekends, he wouldn’t really be up for the two of them riding their bikes around, going over to the ball field or into the center of town so they could both get some ice cream.

One thing that they could keep doing, though, was playing in Cameron’s living room with their little toy soldiers. They’d take hours to set up all sorts of boxes and pillows and whatever else they could get their hands on. Lots of times they’d argue over whether one of them going “Rat-a-tat-tat-tat” meant that three or four of the other’s soldiers were dead and neither of them had really understood what “line-of-sight” meant.

Then, Cameron’s grandpa had bought him a G.I. Joe. Seeing that, Owen had begged his mom and dad to buy him one as well so that he and Cameron could keep playing together. His dad had grumped about it, but his mom had just smiled and then, a week later, he’d woken up to find, next to his bed, a bag with a new G.I. Joe — with fuzzy hair and a Kung-Fu grip!

# # #

“The stairs here go up to the bedrooms,” Amanda said as they both started to walk up to the second floor.

“There are three bedrooms up here — the master bedroom with an en-suite bathroom, and then two more bedrooms, sharing a full bathroom as well. Over here is the smaller of the other bedrooms. But even though it’s the smaller one, there’s still plenty of room for a twin bed, dresser and a chair. Or, you could turn it into a small den or office.”

# # #

Cameron had taken to spending a lot of time in his bed, even when Owen came to visit. After school and on the weekends, he’d go over there and his grandma or grandpa would let Owen in. Or, some times, the door would be open and he’d just go in and up to Cameron’s room.

The two of them would play with toys together and Owen would tell him about what had been going on at school and which boy was picking on someone else, or was being picked on. Neither one of them was really into girls yet, at least not as anything other than a friend — and even there, any of the boys who started hanging out with any girls would usually get called all sorts of names from the other boys.

Lots of times, they’d hear Cameron’s mom and dad yelling at each other through the wall. Owen had asked him a couple of times what they were yelling about, but Cameron said he didn’t know … or, if he did know, he refused to talk about it, so Owen stopped asking and the two of them would just ignore it whenever it would happen, pretending that it wasn’t happening.

# # #

“This is the larger of the other bedrooms. There’s more than enough room to make it a fully-furnished guest room, so you could easily have company staying the night.”

# # #

One time, Owen had gone to visit Cameron and was walking up the stairs. As had happened so many times before, he heard Cameron’s parents yelling at each other. This time, though, the door to their bedroom must have been open because he could finally understand at least some of what was being said. Since the staircase was visible through their door, he paused on the stairs, sort of hiding, and listening — trying to make some sense of what they were always arguing about.

Right away, he heard Cameron’s mom, “… after what you did … right after we were married! And now he’s always here! It’s like you or he are trying to flaunt it in my face! God damn it, Elliott! What the hell am I supposed to think when Cam’s stuck in bed, getting weaker almost every day and even Cam’s happy when he keeps coming by, over and over again? Don’t you dare look at me like that! I know you think this is all somehow my fault!”

Cameron’s dad said something so quietly that Owen couldn’t understand any of it and then he heard the door close. As soon as the click happened, he raced the rest of the way up the stairs and into Cameron’s room, bringing him homework from school.

# # #

“And, finally, over here is the master bedroom. You’ve got windows on two sides of the house, a large walk-in closet, and, over here, a three-quarter bathroom. There’s no bathtub, but, really — most of us take a shower these days, right? Who’s got time for a bath?” Amanda laughed.

“Even with a king-size bed, though, there’s enough space next to the door for a desk if you didn’t want to convert the smaller bedroom into an office for yourself.”

# # #

Cameron had been ill for a few months. Owen went there to visit him, as usual. The door to the house was unlocked, so he’d gone straight inside. As he climbed the stairs, he didn’t hear anything, so he called out to Cameron. Instead of hearing Cameron answering, though, he heard Cameron’s grandpa call out from the master bedroom.

“Owen? Is that you?”

He walked over to the master bedroom and saw Cameron’s grandpa sitting at his desk. “Yes, sir. I was coming by to see Cameron. Isn’t he here?”

“No, lad. He’s not here. Cameron really wasn’t feeling well, so Elliott and his mom took him to see the doctor. The doctor was very concerned and had them take him straight to the hospital.” Owen saw his shoulders drop. “From what the doctor said, I … I’m not sure that Cameron will be coming back here out of the hospital.”

“Oh … but — Cameron’s my best friend! How can the doctors not know what’s wrong with him?”

“I don’t know, Owen. I really wish I did. Listen, lad … I want you to know that … well, I know that Cameron’s mom hasn’t always been so nice to you, but it’s not about you. Lynn and I like having you visit and you’ve been a really good friend to him. If you ever need someone to talk to, or even if you just want a glass of milk and some cookies … you’re welcome to visit us, all right?”

“Umm… Oh… Okay, sir. Since Cameron’s not here, I’m going to go home now. Please make sure he knows that I came by and tell him I really hope he feels better?”

“I will, son… I will.”

# # #

Amanda led him back downstairs through the living room and into the kitchen. “The only other part of the house to see is the cellar, and the stairs down to that are in the mudroom over here where we first came in. There’s also a storm door from the outside that leads into the cellar.” She opened another door, clicking the switch to turn on the lights, and then started walking down the stairs.

“Here’s where the furnace is, as well as some storage.” Over in the corner, there were a few boxes sitting next to a small china closet with a few plastic models and toys sitting in it. “Like I said, there’s not really all that much to see down here.”

# # #

It was about a week since Cameron had been taken to the hospital. Owen was in class when another student had knocked on the door, bringing a note to the teacher. She read it and then looked up, calling to Owen and telling him that he needed to go to the principal’s office. All the other kids started to make noises, wondering what he’d done wrong, so she loudly announced that everyone needed to be quiet and Owen wasn’t in trouble — the principal just needed to talk to him about something.

Owen had walked to the main office and the secretary told him to go ahead into the principal’s office and sit down. The principal looked up as Owen sat down and then, surprisingly, got up from his desk to walk around and sit in the other chair next to Owen. “Son, you and Cameron have been very close friends for, well … for quite a few years.”

“Yes, sir. He’s been my best friend since … well, gosh … it seems like since forever.”

“I know. That’s why I wanted to make sure that you didn’t hear this from any of the other students. I just got off the phone with Cameron’s father. Cameron …” The principal sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, then looked at Owen again. “There’s no way to soften this, Owen. Cameron passed away earlier this morning. I called your mom and she’ll be here to pick you up in a few minutes. Someone is going to get your books from the classroom. And … I told your mom that it’s fully understandable if you needed to take a couple of days before feeling OK enough to come back to school.”

Later that day, Owen had ridden his bike over to Cameron’s house, thinking he would like to talk with Cameron’s grandpa, like he’d offered. When he got there, the door was unlocked, so he opened it to walk in and heard, in the kitchen, Cameron’s mom screaming at his dad.

“It was my son that died, you bastard! What am I supposed to think when your other son is still alive and quite healthy? I don’t care if it was only the one time you were with her! It was after we were married and you slept with her! What? Did you make sure to get me pregnant right afterwards so I’d be too busy thinking about that to beat you up about how Cameron had a half-brother? Oh, what? Now are you going to go off and cry on Alana’s shoulder?”

Hearing that, Owen carefully stepped back outside and quietly closed the door behind him. He calmly picked up his bike to ride home — back to his dad and mom … Jason and Alana Bradburn.

# # #

“All right. That’s the whole house, Owen. Hopefully, you see what I mean about it being such a great house, and, at what they’re asking, it’s also a great bargain. It would be a shame to let it go. What do you think?”

“Amanda … I have to say that I agree. It really is a nice house. And, yeah … it shouldn’t be bought by someone who wouldn’t appreciate it and be living in it. So — let’s talk about what would be a good offer. I think this is definitely a house that I would like to be able to call home.”

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5 Questions with Maria and Denitza from Ciao Bimba

At Babyccino we are big fans of toys that inspire free play, provide room for creativity and support emotional development. Of those toys that leave room for the magic… Ciao Bimba make beautiful Waldorf-style, all-natural dolls that are all of this and more. The mamas behind this collection have a sweet but meaningful story to tell — we asked our 5 Questions to find out more!

1. Please tell us a little bit about yourselves, where you live and about your families.

Denitza: We call both London and Sofia home. My husband is a Colombian, born in New York and raised in London and I am Bulgarian. After completing my Latin American studies degree in Boston, I moved to London to acquire a Master’s degree in Entrepreneurship. During my time in London, I not only fell in love with the city, but also with my husband. A year ago, when our daughter Maya turned three, we made the decision to move back to Sofia so I could start working with Maria on our dream project.

Our cosy house is on the outskirts of Sofia. The heart of our home is our garden and the playroom. Many of the pictures you see on our instagram feed of our dolls were taken in our garden or playroom. Actually, our playroom used to be the living room, but we realized we would be spending the most of our time playing in that room with our daughter. We decided to convert it into a large play area dedicated to dolls, wooden blocks, fairy houses and all things magical.

Creating Ciao Bimba ended my struggle between my inclination towards the arts on one hand and my business education on the other. Now I feel finally complete, and ready to overcome all difficulties that may be in store.

Maria: We live in Lom, right on the mighty Danube River. Both, my husband and I are psychologists; however, our careers developed very differently. He became a criminal psychologist whilst I channelled all my psychology knowledge into my interest in children’s development and began making educational things for them to play with.

From an early age I made dresses and furniture for my dolls, but it wasn’t until my daughter Ally (now 11) was born that I decided to turn my passion into a career. I started experimenting with traditional European doll making techniques and natural materials like wool and cotton. Doll making quickly became my life. I identify myself as a Waldorf-inspired doll maker as all my dolls reflect elements of the Waldorf pedagogy that promotes the importance of natural materials and simpler facial expressions in the development of a child’s imagination.

Since we started Ciao Bimba I spend half of the week in Sofia working in our studio and the other half at home in Lom working on my collectors dolls. I’m an amateur photographer and I also love to write fairy tales for my daughter.

2. Your story has an interesting beginning – tell us a bit about how you came to together and how you came to create your brand.

Denitza: My daughter was born with severe allergies and I was forced to rethink my whole lifestyle. I turned to nature for help and tried to incorporate as many natural products as I could into our home, from food all the way through to toys. I started researching natural toys and came across Waldorf inspired dolls. I was impressed by their simplicity and cuteness. As I was doing my research, a doll maker named Maria Asenova kept reappearing. Her dolls were so unique and full of personality. To my surprise it turned out she was Bulgarian! I immediately wrote to her, wanting to order few dolls for my daughter. She firmly refused and explained that there was a 1-year waiting list for her dolls. I was truly disappointed.

I never give up easily, so I continued asking her for a spot on the list and one beautiful day she agreed. Maya had just turned two when Maria was ready with our doll. She was in Sofia for the weekend so we agreed to meet in person in a coffee shop. Maria made a small theatre play with the doll for my daughter and it was love from first sight; they have not separated since. Wherever we travel, the doll travels with us.

I connected with Maria during our Facebook chats, but when I met her in person I felt like we had been friends since childhood. I was besotted with her Waldorf inspired dolls and wanted more – but they were so expensive! I kept asking myself whether there was way to handcraft them in a more economically efficient way. I researched all techniques and materials involved in the process and became convinced it was possible. After a few months of hesitation, I asked Maria whether she would like to start a brand together making natural dolls for children. Ones that carried the aesthetics of her dolls, yet were more affordable. I was really afraid I might insult her artistic spirit, but she was absolutely enthusiastic! Within a month I moved back to Sofia. With the support of my family we found a studio, ordered sewing machines and materials and slowly gathered a great team. Maria put her heart and soul into teaching our team of doll makers how to handcraft each detail of the dolls.

3. What is important to you when designing your products?

We are led by our desire to instil a bit of magic in our dolls and to make them as unique as possible. That said; we often have to find a compromise between our desire for uniqueness and suitability for young children. When we have a new model I bring it home and my daughter tests it. I observe her while she plays and often see certain details she struggles with. We try to ensure that each shoelace, button and ribbon we use is child friendly yet challenging enough to develop their fine motor skills. Additionally, our goal is to design dolls that every child can connect with – therefore we have dolls that represent all the children of the world.

4. How do you choose your materials?

We are very conservative when choosing our materials. Our priority is ensuring all fabrics are safe; only then do we consider look and feel. We use only Oeko-Tex certified materials that are also tested by a Toy safety lab for compliance with the European Toys Safety Standard EN-71. So far, we have had wonderful experiences with Liberty Art Fabrics, Hilco, Westfallenstoffe and Laib Yala fabrics. Alongside fabric our most important material is natural wool. We source the wool from local farmers who wash and card the wool themselves. We then send it to a lab to be tested for pesticides before using it to make our dolls.

5. What is next for Ciao Bimba?

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Good news for us – next up, though, Maria and Denitza will be bringing their beautifully crafted dolls to the Spring London Shop Up on the 6th and 7th of May! Come and say hi and check out these beauties in person!

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Houses For Sale in Soperton, GA

N Second, Soperton, GA

Price: $21900

Commercial Lot located across from Piglet Grocery Store

Airport Rd, Soperton, GA

Price: $30000

0 Airport Rd. Approx. 12 acres located on the edge of Soperton, GA. Great location and ready to fit your needs. Price includes newly set out pines. Convenient to I-16, US Hwy 221 and GA Hwy 46. Priced @ 30,000.00. Contact Chris Kight @ 478-697-2432.

Airport Rd, Soperton, GA

Price: $20500

0 US Hwy 221. 8.13 acres located on the edge of Soperton, GA. Great location and ready to fit your needs. Price includes newly set out pines. Convenient to I-16. Priced @ 20,500.00. Contact Chris Kight for more info @ 478-697-2432.

Airport Rd, Soperton, GA

Price: $62500

0 Airport Rd. 24.81 acres located on the edge of Soperton, GA. Great location and ready to fit your needs. Price includes newly planted pines. Convenient to I-16, US Hwy 221 and GA Hwy 46. Priced @ 62,500.00.

1421 College St, Soperton, GA

Price: $19500

1421 College Street. Vacant 2 acre lot in Soperton. Level and ready to fit your needs. Excellent location! Priced at 19,900.00. Contact Chris Kight for more info @ 478-697-2432.

130 Pineland Cir, Soperton, GA

Price: $209900

130 Pineland Circle, Soperton Georgia: Southern Living Showcased Styled Home Awaits You. This house is located on over 6.13 acre corner lot off of a paved road. The property is completely landscaped with flowering shrubs, and mature trees. Parking includes a over-sized 2 car garage with a door and attic space. The house boasts architectural shingles, a well and septic tank. The wrap-around porches completely enhance those relaxing summer nights in Georgia! Come inside and enjoy the custom details and open living spaces. The living room, kitchen and dining room are open large spaces feat uring vaulted ceilings, custom light fixtures, and columns. The living room features a fireplace, vaulted ceilings and custom decor ledge. The master bedroom has double french doors leading to the wrap-around porches, walk-in closets, jetted tub and separate shower. This house is really as clean as it can get and well maintained! Call Jade Kelly to view at 912-293-4111

Lothair Church Rd, Soperton, GA

Price: $35000

17.53 acres off Lothair Church Road just outside of Soperton in Treutlen County. Great place to build a home or set up your modular home. Paved road frontage with approx. 8 year old planted pines. Listed @ 35,000.00. Call Chris Kight @ 478-697-2432 for more info.

1183 Second St, Soperton, GA

Price: $139000

Quaint home with Vinyl Siding. Living Room, Dining Room, Kitchen/Breakfast, three Bedrooms, 1.5 Baths, Sunroom, Carport, Shop Bldg. / Garage approx. 1500 sq. ft. Zoned Commercial. High Traffic Location. Excellent for Convenience Store or Office.

3476 Mount Vernon Rd, Soperton, GA

Price: $214500

Reduced!!! 3476 Mt. Vernon Rd. The Treutlen Waller house is a landmark home in Soperton, GA. Built in the early 40’s it has stood as a beacon of prestige and fine craftsmanship for decades. The enormous pines surrounding the home truly represent the Million Pines City. The home has 3585 heated sqft and sits on 6.81 acres. 4bd/2ba, metal roof, large rooms and a huge unfinished attic for storage. Lots of possibilities. Listed @ $214,500. Call Chris Kight @ 478-697-2432 to set up a viewing.

2839 Ga Highway 46, Soperton, GA

Price: $329900

BEAUTIFUL CUSTOM BRICK AND MAGNIFICENT SETTING! Perfectly situated on slight slope and circular drive, this home has huge rooms with 2 bedrooms, 2.5 baths down, great room with corner fireplace and exquisite mantle, amazing kitchen with unbelievable center island, prep sink, and 2 walk-in pantries, massive dining room with china closet, and large open foyer. Upstairs, there are 3 bedrooms, 2 baths, beautiful open stairwell, large walk-in closets, and huge walk-out attic space. Outside, there is a large workshop with storage and there will be an additional 3 – 4 acres available to purchase.

3345 E Main St, Soperton, GA

Price: $175900

Reduced!!! 3345 East Main Street, Soperton, GA. This historic home abounds with charm and character. Locally known as the Old Sparks Homeplace this home has been meticulously restored to keep that southern charm while maintaining a modern lifestyle. There are 3 large bedrooms and 3.5 baths throughout the 3,176 heated sqft. Easily convert the hair salon into a 4th bedroom. Original hardwood floors and an inviting interior design will make you feel right at home. A well landscaped yard, concrete drive and a large 1.59 acre lot to accommodate any lifestyle. Several storage buildings and a great location for a pool. Truly a must see property! Listed @ $175,900.00. Contact Chris Kight @ 478-697-2432 for more information.

2165 Holton Chapel Rd, Soperton, GA

Price: $79000

Country Home in Great Location and sits on 2.24 acres!!! Traditional brick home built in 1969 with 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms with 1,338 heated sq. ft.

6606 Knox Mill Rd, Soperton, GA

Price: $95000

Lots of room to roam. 15 acres with a 2004 Fleetwood Manufactured Home, storage building and detached parking shelter. Fenced back yard, front deck. 3 Bedrooms, 2 Baths. Add your own touches and make this your home sweet home in the country! Call Tammie Gibbs @ 912-293-2899.

4169 E Louisiana Ave, Soperton, GA

Price: $27500

4169 East Louisiana Avenue. 3br/2ba wood frame home on large lot in Soperton. Great investment property with lots of potential. Priced at $27,500.00. Contact Chris Kight @ 478-697-2432 for more info.

200 Georgia Ave W #298, Soperton, GA

Price: $34900

Four bed room and 2 bathrooms. A large living room, large master bedroom with an attached reading nook, master bath has large round garden tub, double vanity and separate shower. Nice kitchen open to the den, dining room, lots of cabinet. The back yard has room for your own garden. Nice size laundry room with separate entrance. Conveniently located only 10 minutes from town and 10 minutes from Interstate I-16. This property doesn’t have its own well but does have community water with a monthly fee.

599 Little Creek Rd, Soperton, GA

Price: $195900

This brick ranch home is conveniently located only minutes from town. This country home is nestled on 6.2 acres with a big field that could be used for a farm, cows, or horses. This country charm features 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a nice spacious kitchen, and a large living room with fireplace. The owners recently installed a new roof,deep well pump new septic tank, Faux wooden blinds, a new A/C unit, new vinyl siding on eve of house and new seamless gutters. This property is perfect if you enjoy having room to roam. On the property, there is also a large 40×60 workshop/building that has endless possibilities for use.

796 Cherrywood Trl, Soperton, GA

Price: $99000

Looking for privacy yet close.Lok no further this wonderful home in the country sits on 5 wooded acres of land. Home is open and spacious with lots of extras. Inground Pool with slide and more. Call to see this hidden gem today. See attachment for PAS requirements and WFHM offer submittal information in MLS document section. Please submit all offers to the listing broker/agent.

5077 Hwy 29, Soperton, GA

Price: $129900

Well maintained 4 bedroom, 2 bathroom home located 1 mile from downtown Soperton. Large lot with large trees and landscaping. Several lots included in this acreage. There is a 2 car carport, as well as a new metal roof, and a new deep well. This home also has city water available. Great home for large family.

Sessions St, Soperton, GA

Price: $9000

Think of the possibilities! This is a two acre corner lot just outside the city limits of Soperton! This could even be a great lot for a mobile home or a duplex for rental investment opportunity. Call Sara Brown for more information. 912-293-2225.

842 Woodhaven Dr, Soperton, GA

Price: $114900

Quiet Living Tucked away in the Pines. Spacious 1.5 Story home with Wrap around Porch. 5 bedrooms, 4 bath. Large workshop or barn. In Ground pool needs some TLC

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Bottoms Up! 6 Former Watering Holes Transformed Into Cool Abodes

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For mixology enthusiasts, there are a few things more fascinating, evocative, and downright comfortable than historic pubs. So, the theory goes, why not live in one? For real.

Converted bars offer up an intoxicating blend of new and old. Even if your taste is more Pabst Blue Ribbon than Pappy Van Winkle, you’ll toast these former taverns and bars now available for purchase.

Many of these watering holes were converted into dwellings long ago, while others made the switch recently. Regardless, we found a diverse set of homes—on either urban corners or historical settlements in the countryside.

All could make great homes for modern living. You’ll be safe in the knowledge that happy times have been shared under your roof because, hello, a bar is a happy place. By moving in, you’ll easily start the property’s next chapter, and have a lot of history—in some cases, two centuries worth—to raise your glass to. Cheers.

3884 S. Gillette Dr, Wisconsin Dells, WI

Price: $499,900 The sudsy scoop: You could develop a watering hole with awesome atmosphere on this 7-acre parcel. It features a restored barn, a nine-bedroom Colonial built in 1878, and, yep, a former bar. Wisconsin Dells is a tourist-heavy town with plenty of traffic during the high season, so the tavern has seen its share of action over the many decades. There’s also a workshop, which could be a perfect spot to hone your brewing skills.

Wisconsin Dells, WI

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19037 Goshawk St, Shamrock, MN

Price: $297,000 The sudsy scoop: While this former roadhouse (once known, charmingly, as Growlers) across the street from Lake Minnewawa is marketed as a “man cave,” we think it could be a sweet second home. With two bedrooms and two half-baths, sand volleyball courts, and the lake view, it’s ready to become a fun-filled retreat for a lucky buyer. Encourage guests to arrive by boat, but make sure to designate a captain before the beer is poured. As for the current wood paneling, you could go for a ‘70s rec room vibe, or take it down and transform the place into a modern hangout.

Shamrock, MN

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5 Derby Sq, Unit 1, Salem, MA

Price: $439,000 The sudsy scoop: Snag this two-bedroom condo and live in a pad rich with history. Dating to 1817, the condo’s building once housed the Bancroft Tavern. The next resident of this unit will be treated to historical details like exposed brick walls—along with modern twists, including an open layout, a spa tub, and upscale materials like granite and stainless steel in the kitchen.

Salem, MA

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1736 N. Hoyne Ave, Chicago, IL

Price: $799,000 The sudsy scoop: There’s no need to paint the door to offer a little curb appeal—it’s already done! Once a local tavern, this corner brick beauty is in the Windy City’s trendy Bucktown neighborhood. Tucked into the two-story home’s unique layout are three bedrooms and two baths, plus attic space and tons of natural light. A chef’s kitchen, urban rooftop space, and repurposed barn doors give the pad a city-chic feel.

Hoyne Avenue, Chicago, IL

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177 Parkhurst Rd, Wilton, NY

Price: $489,900 The sudsy scoop: While this 3,000-square-foot, four-bedroom farmhouse in Saratoga County has been a single-family home for a century, it was a tavern at the turn of the 19th. Tap in to your “Top Chef” side with the updated kitchen (including granite countertops and all-white cabinetry) and host dinner parties on the four-season porch—and invite your guests to check out the awesome door knocker and dining room built-ins! There’s also an outdoor pool where you can enjoy a cocktail during the summer months.

Wilton, NY

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846 N. Hermitage Ave, Chicago, IL

Price: $999,999 The sudsy scoop: Priced at just under $1 million, you can either keep this brick building in Ukranian Village as an investment property (there are six apartments) or create a pad where you and the family can truly spread out. A total of nine bedrooms are in the 3,250-square-foot brick building, which was a former gin mill constructed in 1888.

Hermitage Avenue, Chicago, IL

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Bottoms Up! 6 Former Watering Holes Transformed Into Cool Abodes

realtor.com

For mixology enthusiasts, there are a few things more fascinating, evocative, and downright comfortable than historic pubs. So, the theory goes, why not live in one? For real.

Converted bars offer up an intoxicating blend of new and old. Even if your taste is more Pabst Blue Ribbon than Pappy Van Winkle, you’ll toast these former taverns and bars now available for purchase.

Many of these watering holes were converted into dwellings long ago, while others made the switch recently. Regardless, we found a diverse set of homes—on either urban corners or historical settlements in the countryside.

All could make great homes for modern living. You’ll be safe in the knowledge that happy times have been shared under your roof because, hello, a bar is a happy place. By moving in, you’ll easily start the property’s next chapter, and have a lot of history—in some cases, two centuries worth—to raise your glass to. Cheers.

3884 S. Gillette Dr, Wisconsin Dells, WI

Price: $499,900 The sudsy scoop: You could develop a watering hole with awesome atmosphere on this 7-acre parcel. It features a restored barn, a nine-bedroom Colonial built in 1878, and, yep, a former bar. Wisconsin Dells is a tourist-heavy town with plenty of traffic during the high season, so the tavern has seen its share of action over the many decades. There’s also a workshop, which could be a perfect spot to hone your brewing skills.

Wisconsin Dells, WI

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19037 Goshawk St, Shamrock, MN

Price: $297,000 The sudsy scoop: While this former roadhouse (once known, charmingly, as Growlers) across the street from Lake Minnewawa is marketed as a “man cave,” we think it could be a sweet second home. With two bedrooms and two half-baths, sand volleyball courts, and the lake view, it’s ready to become a fun-filled retreat for a lucky buyer. Encourage guests to arrive by boat, but make sure to designate a captain before the beer is poured. As for the current wood paneling, you could go for a ‘70s rec room vibe, or take it down and transform the place into a modern hangout.

Shamrock, MN

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5 Derby Sq, Unit 1, Salem, MA

Price: $439,000 The sudsy scoop: Snag this two-bedroom condo and live in a pad rich with history. Dating to 1817, the condo’s building once housed the Bancroft Tavern. The next resident of this unit will be treated to historical details like exposed brick walls—along with modern twists, including an open layout, a spa tub, and upscale materials like granite and stainless steel in the kitchen.

Salem, MA

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1736 N. Hoyne Ave, Chicago, IL

Price: $799,000 The sudsy scoop: There’s no need to paint the door to offer a little curb appeal—it’s already done! Once a local tavern, this corner brick beauty is in the Windy City’s trendy Bucktown neighborhood. Tucked into the two-story home’s unique layout are three bedrooms and two baths, plus attic space and tons of natural light. A chef’s kitchen, urban rooftop space, and repurposed barn doors give the pad a city-chic feel.

Hoyne Avenue, Chicago, IL

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177 Parkhurst Rd, Wilton, NY

Price: $489,900 The sudsy scoop: While this 3,000-square-foot, four-bedroom farmhouse in Saratoga County has been a single-family home for a century, it was a tavern at the turn of the 19th. Tap in to your “Top Chef” side with the updated kitchen (including granite countertops and all-white cabinetry) and host dinner parties on the four-season porch—and invite your guests to check out the awesome door knocker and dining room built-ins! There’s also an outdoor pool where you can enjoy a cocktail during the summer months.

Wilton, NY

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846 N. Hermitage Ave, Chicago, IL

Price: $999,999 The sudsy scoop: Priced at just under $1 million, you can either keep this brick building in Ukranian Village as an investment property (there are six apartments) or create a pad where you and the family can truly spread out. A total of nine bedrooms are in the 3,250-square-foot brick building, which was a former gin mill constructed in 1888.

Hermitage Avenue, Chicago, IL

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Bottoms Up! 6 Former Watering Holes Transformed Into Cool Abodes

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For mixology enthusiasts, there are a few things more fascinating, evocative, and downright comfortable than historic pubs. So, the theory goes, why not live in one? For real.

Converted bars offer up an intoxicating blend of new and old. Even if your taste is more Pabst Blue Ribbon than Pappy Van Winkle, you’ll toast these former taverns and bars now available for purchase.

Many of these watering holes were converted into dwellings long ago, while others made the switch recently. Regardless, we found a diverse set of homes—on either urban corners or historical settlements in the countryside.

All could make great homes for modern living. You’ll be safe in the knowledge that happy times have been shared under your roof because, hello, a bar is a happy place. By moving in, you’ll easily start the property’s next chapter, and have a lot of history—in some cases, two centuries worth—to raise your glass to. Cheers.

3884 S. Gillette Dr, Wisconsin Dells, WI

Price: $499,900 The sudsy scoop: You could develop a watering hole with awesome atmosphere on this 7-acre parcel. It features a restored barn, a nine-bedroom Colonial built in 1878, and, yep, a former bar. Wisconsin Dells is a tourist-heavy town with plenty of traffic during the high season, so the tavern has seen its share of action over the many decades. There’s also a workshop, which could be a perfect spot to hone your brewing skills.

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19037 Goshawk St, Shamrock, MN

Price: $297,000 The sudsy scoop: While this former roadhouse (once known, charmingly, as Growlers) across the street from Lake Minnewawa is marketed as a “man cave,” we think it could be a sweet second home. With two bedrooms and two half-baths, sand volleyball courts, and the lake view, it’s ready to become a fun-filled retreat for a lucky buyer. Encourage guests to arrive by boat, but make sure to designate a captain before the beer is poured. As for the current wood paneling, you could go for a ‘70s rec room vibe, or take it down and transform the place into a modern hangout.

Shamrock, MN

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5 Derby Sq, Unit 1, Salem, MA

Price: $439,000 The sudsy scoop: Snag this two-bedroom condo and live in a pad rich with history. Dating to 1817, the condo’s building once housed the Bancroft Tavern. The next resident of this unit will be treated to historical details like exposed brick walls—along with modern twists, including an open layout, a spa tub, and upscale materials like granite and stainless steel in the kitchen.

Salem, MA

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1736 N. Hoyne Ave, Chicago, IL

Price: $799,000 The sudsy scoop: There’s no need to paint the door to offer a little curb appeal—it’s already done! Once a local tavern, this corner brick beauty is in the Windy City’s trendy Bucktown neighborhood. Tucked into the two-story home’s unique layout are three bedrooms and two baths, plus attic space and tons of natural light. A chef’s kitchen, urban rooftop space, and repurposed barn doors give the pad a city-chic feel.

Hoyne Avenue, Chicago, IL

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177 Parkhurst Rd, Wilton, NY

Price: $489,900 The sudsy scoop: While this 3,000-square-foot, four-bedroom farmhouse in Saratoga County has been a single-family home for a century, it was a tavern at the turn of the 19th. Tap in to your “Top Chef” side with the updated kitchen (including granite countertops and all-white cabinetry) and host dinner parties on the four-season porch—and invite your guests to check out the awesome door knocker and dining room built-ins! There’s also an outdoor pool where you can enjoy a cocktail during the summer months.

Wilton, NY

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846 N. Hermitage Ave, Chicago, IL

Price: $999,999 The sudsy scoop: Priced at just under $1 million, you can either keep this brick building in Ukranian Village as an investment property (there are six apartments) or create a pad where you and the family can truly spread out. A total of nine bedrooms are in the 3,250-square-foot brick building, which was a former gin mill constructed in 1888.

Hermitage Avenue, Chicago, IL

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Bottoms Up! 6 Former Watering Holes Transformed Into Cool Abodes

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For mixology enthusiasts, there are a few things more fascinating, evocative, and downright comfortable than historic pubs. So, the theory goes, why not live in one? For real.

Converted bars offer up an intoxicating blend of new and old. Even if your taste is more Pabst Blue Ribbon than Pappy Van Winkle, you’ll toast these former taverns and bars now available for purchase.

Many of these watering holes were converted into dwellings long ago, while others made the switch recently. Regardless, we found a diverse set of homes—on either urban corners or historical settlements in the countryside.

All could make great homes for modern living. You’ll be safe in the knowledge that happy times have been shared under your roof because, hello, a bar is a happy place. By moving in, you’ll easily start the property’s next chapter, and have a lot of history—in some cases, two centuries worth—to raise your glass to. Cheers.

3884 S. Gillette Dr, Wisconsin Dells, WI

Price: $499,900 The sudsy scoop: You could develop a watering hole with awesome atmosphere on this 7-acre parcel. It features a restored barn, a nine-bedroom Colonial built in 1878, and, yep, a former bar. Wisconsin Dells is a tourist-heavy town with plenty of traffic during the high season, so the tavern has seen its share of action over the many decades. There’s also a workshop, which could be a perfect spot to hone your brewing skills.

Wisconsin Dells, WI

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19037 Goshawk St, Shamrock, MN

Price: $297,000 The sudsy scoop: While this former roadhouse (once known, charmingly, as Growlers) across the street from Lake Minnewawa is marketed as a “man cave,” we think it could be a sweet second home. With two bedrooms and two half-baths, sand volleyball courts, and the lake view, it’s ready to become a fun-filled retreat for a lucky buyer. Encourage guests to arrive by boat, but make sure to designate a captain before the beer is poured. As for the current wood paneling, you could go for a ‘70s rec room vibe, or take it down and transform the place into a modern hangout.

Shamrock, MN

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5 Derby Sq, Unit 1, Salem, MA

Price: $439,000 The sudsy scoop: Snag this two-bedroom condo and live in a pad rich with history. Dating to 1817, the condo’s building once housed the Bancroft Tavern. The next resident of this unit will be treated to historical details like exposed brick walls—along with modern twists, including an open layout, a spa tub, and upscale materials like granite and stainless steel in the kitchen.

Salem, MA

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1736 N. Hoyne Ave, Chicago, IL

Price: $799,000 The sudsy scoop: There’s no need to paint the door to offer a little curb appeal—it’s already done! Once a local tavern, this corner brick beauty is in the Windy City’s trendy Bucktown neighborhood. Tucked into the two-story home’s unique layout are three bedrooms and two baths, plus attic space and tons of natural light. A chef’s kitchen, urban rooftop space, and repurposed barn doors give the pad a city-chic feel.

Hoyne Avenue, Chicago, IL

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177 Parkhurst Rd, Wilton, NY

Price: $489,900 The sudsy scoop: While this 3,000-square-foot, four-bedroom farmhouse in Saratoga County has been a single-family home for a century, it was a tavern at the turn of the 19th. Tap in to your “Top Chef” side with the updated kitchen (including granite countertops and all-white cabinetry) and host dinner parties on the four-season porch—and invite your guests to check out the awesome door knocker and dining room built-ins! There’s also an outdoor pool where you can enjoy a cocktail during the summer months.

Wilton, NY

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846 N. Hermitage Ave, Chicago, IL

Price: $999,999 The sudsy scoop: Priced at just under $1 million, you can either keep this brick building in Ukranian Village as an investment property (there are six apartments) or create a pad where you and the family can truly spread out. A total of nine bedrooms are in the 3,250-square-foot brick building, which was a former gin mill constructed in 1888.

Hermitage Avenue, Chicago, IL

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Houses For Sale in Minden, NE

508 N Garber Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $159900

CHARMING and full of character! From wood floors to french and pocket doors, a fireplace, plus a covered front porch to enjoy! Many many updatesthroughout including the lovely nearly new kitchen with a walk-in pantry, newer windows, siding, roof, lighting, doors, and some new carpet and paint too!You won’t want to miss out on this opportunity—MOVE IN READY!

220 Lincoln Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $8800

Are you looking for a lot for your new home? This residential lot is 74×120, has beautiful trees and sits on the west side of Minden across from Bethany Home and close to the schools. There is an older garage located on the property.

1208 Evergreen St, Minden, NE

Price: $210000

NEW CONSTRUCTION! This 3 bedroom 2 bath will be ready for it’s first owner in January. Open concept living room, dining room and kitchen. Large bedrooms. Master bedroom has a walk in closet and a master bathroom. Call today to learn more about 1208 Evergreen in Minden! MaKensey Harris 308-293-6263

308 Western Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $114900

This home features 2 + 2 bedrooms and 1.75 baths. Original wood floors in living, dining and main floor bedroom. Some rooms have been freshly painted. Love the walk up to the attic for more possible living area or use for your storage area. This home has potential for lower level rental. Large fenced in backyard with alley access. The roof approx. in 2012, A/C approx. 2013, water heater approx. 2013. The 15 round and 4 deep hard frame pool and accessories can stay with the property. Blinds stay. Curtains and rods in Living Room, Family Room and Master Bedroom will not stay. This home wa s originally built in 1891. However, it is believed to be moved into Minden in the 40s or 50s and set on a half basement. Also had some remodeling in the 70s. This information is reliable but not guaranteed. 48 Hours notice to show, please.

723 N Nebraska Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $34900

Older home in Minden, 2 bedroom, 2 bath, close to grocery shopping and convenience stores. New furnace in 2014. Being sold AS-IS condition,

511 N Nebraska Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $93500

Cute little gem of a home features 3 bedrooms on the main, and 1 non-conforming in the basement. The basement has a 18×10 laundry room, 10×8 and 10×10 storage room. Plus family area. Packed with updates which include: Brand new windows with transferrable warranty (10/16). Remodeled bath with jetted tub. Original wood floors refinished in 2 bedrooms and living room. Brand new kitchen, all appliances are included, cupboards and kitchen faucet. New plumbing, wiring and new panel box (10/16). 2 rooms in basement with brand new carpet, freshly painted, oversized 20×20 garage with garage acce ss. Washer and dryer and swing set shall stay with the property. Dont let this gem slip away.

1031 R Rd, Minden, NE

Price: $359900

Country living on 20 acres!! Located between Kearney and Minden, In the Minden School District. One owner home built in 2002 has been well maintained. Solid surface countertops throughout. The Home boasts an open floorplan with quality Hickory cabinets. The Master bedroom has a large walk-in closet with a luxurious whirlpool/airpool bath and a separate shower. The main floor office could easliy be converted to an additional bedroom. You will enjoy a propane fireplace on the main floor and a propane cast iron heating stove in the basement. The walkout basement has two large bedrooms and one small non conforming bedroom that works well as a toy room! A large living area in the basement works great for entertaing friends complete with a wet bar. The area under the porch has been utlized as a fully finished storm shelter, complete with cabinets and countertops! A 30X40 outbuilding has been plumbed on it’s own septic system so you could easily add a working kitchen and bath in the “man cave”! Act quickly, this house is a must see!!!

439 W 3rd St, Minden, NE

Price: $35000

Great home for an investor or first-time buyer! This home has so much potential, and is in an excellent location close to new high school. Finish out the inside of the home as you like! One bedroom with plenty of room to add more in the unfinished downstairs area. 1 ¾ baths! New steel exterior doors; roof is less than 5 years old. Large back yard is partially fenced with a 12’ x 28’ shed. Must see this home in person to appreciate what it has to offer!

Tbd Hull, Minden, NE

Price: $8000

This residential lot is located in the southeast side of Minden at the corner of Holland & Hull. Would make a nice little home site!

554 Webster St, Minden, NE

Price: $169000

Ranch Style Home – main level features 3 bedrooms, 1.5 baths, large laundry room, eat in kitchen w/patio door to deck, and living room. Basement features 1 non conforming bedroom, large family room, large storage room w/garage access. The home is on a large lot w/underground sprinklers. 2 car garage & large work shop attached! With a few updates this home could be the perfect home for you!

779 Lincoln Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $225000

Updated , well maintained ranch style home in a great neighborhood in Minden . Home has many updates done. 26×30 Detached garage , heated and insulated. Also has attached garage on house , heated also. Nice landscaping with underground sprinklers. Fenced in back yard with covered patio. Appliances would be included ( new microwave, dishwasher , and two newer fridges.) Features main floor laundry in ½ bath. Home is situated on a spacious corner lot. Feel free to call anytime !!

335 S Hull Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $220000

This 4,085 Sqft home is loaded with updates! Most rooms feature priceless original wood floors and are freshly painted, spacious living room and formal dining room. Kitchen has new counter tops, flooring and all (3 yr. old) stainless steel appliances shall stay. Love the Library/Den loaded with shelves and cabinets. There is a main floor Bedroom/office, plus another bedroom, a main floor Bath. Step upstairs where you will find 3 Bedrooms with walk-in lighted closets, Bath with new vanity and tiled floors AND a Master Bedroom with bath, walk-in lighted closet. All which have original flo ors. Stroll to the finished basement, where you will love the Bonus room with pellet/corn stove, and 2 extra rooms currently being used as bedrooms that have walk-in closets, remodeled full bath with dual sinks, and even a storage room! There is a large tiled breezeway. There are 2 entry ways to the basement, and a 3 car deep garage with a workshop. The home has newer windows, and extra blown-in insulation, and a privacy fence. It is located on a very low traffic street with a country view. The home has hard board siding and the garage has steel siding. Deep freeze and refrigerator in basement stay. There also is an above ground pool that will stay.

111 S Minden Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $137900

Lovely home full of character and charm. Main floor features mostly hard wood floors. Den which could become a 4th bedroom, full bath, remodeled kitchen, stunning dining room. Upper level features a large master bedroom with bath and 4 closets, additional 2 bedrooms 1 with a bath. A landscapers dream with perennial flowers and plants from Spring until Fall. Updated features include : 95% drywall with rolled-in insulation, all new vinyl windows, new gutters, water heater, central air, wood burning stove, new exterior doors, added mud room. Electrical and plumbing updated, tech porch, new sidewalks throughout property, 25×28 garage with vinyl siding (2011) 18×12 shed, new smaller shed, There is a super clean 200ft basement. Appliances plus washer and dryer stay. Some ornaments do not stay, blinds only stay. Make your appointment today!

222 Nance Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $122000

The advantages of home ownership are yours with this 3-bedroom/2-bath home that sits on a large 112×120 lot! Features include a graceful dining room, cozy family room, casual living room with carpeting, sunny kitchen with breakfast area, appliances and washer and dryer shall stay with home. Freshly painted and new main floor carpet in 2016. Bathroom has a new counter top, a new gas line into the home and a totally fenced in back yard with a neat covered patio, not to mention the side yard with a newly planted willow tree, sunburst locust, oak sprout. Established purple maple in front. M any windows have been replaced. An easy walk to Middle and High School and shopping area. The lawn was reseeded and there is an underground sprinkler system. High efficient furnace, roof estimated 7 years old. All blinds shall stay. Play set in backyard will stay. Also includes parcel #0004934.00 No showings from noon, 12:00pm-3:00 or 5:00-6:00pm.

534 S Colorado Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $109900

All Brick Home. Large Fenced Yard. Deep Lot with Alley Access. Detached Building. Stone Patio w/Fire-Pit. Updated Lennox Pulse Furnace. Main Floor and Basement have Stone Fireplace Surrounds. Located across the Street from a Ball Field.

131 N Nebraska Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $220000

This is a ranch style, spacious, brick home. 3 bedroom, 2 bath & laundry on the main floor, Fireplace, lots of storage, 12×12 shed outdoor, large backyard with alley access, close to school and downtown. Come take a look..

537 West Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $180000

This home features 3 bedrooms on the main and 1 full bath. Main floor laundry and mud room, and a well laid out floor plan. Extra wide stairway to the basement with a 4th non-conforming bedroom, bath, extra large family room and an area with plumbing to build a nice bar or have a game room area. There is a heated 20×30 detached garage with a 9′ overhead door. Well manicured lawn with sprinkler system, landscape loaded with perennial plants and flowers, large garden area and still plenty of lawn. There is an alley that separates the rest of the parcel. A kids play land area or let your i magination go wild with endless possibilities. This home is just 2 blocks from Middle School, New High School and Outdoor classroom. It has been recently cleaned and move-in ready.

325 N Nebraska Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $159900

YOU WILL BE CHARMED! Beautiful oak throughout brings out the beauty of this gem of a home which features: 2 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, gracious living room with built-in bookcases, master suite with 9.7 x 10.8 walk-in closet with built-ins. Remarkable kitchen hosts stainless steel appliances and a lavish pantry. The partial basement features an impressive rustic look which would make a classic office. There is an excessive amount of storage. This home has updated wiring, drywall, insulation and windows. Shelter yourself from the elements as you relax on the covered patio with a hot tub over looking your private back yard which also has an extra area for garden or playground. Or, watch the morning sunrise in your screened in front porch with new top- of -the- line all weather window. Recent improvements: new sump pump, new shower, flooring in basement, radon mitigation system installed, newer main floor carpet. Also included is the hot tub, riding lawn mower, BBQ grill, water softener, 65″ flat screen to watch those Husker games plus a kitchen and Master bedroom TV. Be the lucky on that gets to call this YOUR home!

139 Park Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $85000

This 4 bedroom, 2 bath home features a main floor bedroom and office with closet. Upstairs features 3 bedrooms with wood floors and an insulated attic for storage. One side of basement can be used for large family room and the other side has plenty of room for storage. Fenced backyard. Brand new hot water heater and 2 year old furnace. This home is located on west side of Minden close to the schools.

237 S Hubbard Ave, Minden, NE

Price: $125000

Spacious 1808 sq ft on the main floor, features 3 Bedrooms, 1 full Bath and a Master Bath. It has a large living room and a family room with a fireplace. New laminate flooring will be installed in the living room and kitchen. New master bedroom carpet, new vanity and sink, kitchen sink and front door. The windows are new throughout. There is a nice breezeway between the 2 car garage and house. This home has a deck, a sprinkler system and a privacy fence in backyard. There is an unfinished 1352 sq. ft. poured basement, that has loads of cupboards for storage. There is a bid for quality v inyl siding, and the Seller is willing to install with negotiated offer.

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