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[julietookoff]

Up North Trip

March - July 2024

As usual I was planning my next geo-trip. I ordered a Bluetti power station to use for my CPAP while Jeep camping. Corny wired it right to the car battery to charge while driving. I cut a 4" upholstery foam to fit the Jeep and zipped it inside one of my sleeping bags. I left for a few days with Corny's folding bike. At my first stop, I bought a Florida Annual State Park pass. I cached around Ocala and Lake City. I found many of the oldest geocaches in several counties. The Bluetti worked like a charm - it will last me 3 nights without a charge. I have since discovered it will be fully topped up within a few hours of driving.

I got back home and we had a new carwash open right next to our Taco Bell. We took advantage of the free vacuums and floor mat washer.

One of our builder's son-in-laws is building a house across the street from us. The day they were pouring the foundation, someone's husky got loose and went for a romp in the cement pond. He stuck his snout right into the cement! The guys chased him away and he came over to our yard to stretch out on his newly cemented belly. It is a bit bigger than our house and a lot more expensive. They had an issue with the back yard (a giant pit), so they fenced it in. Now the problem isn't visible unless you peek over to the neighbor's side of the fence.

We hit a great storage auction in Clearwater at an A/C facility. We got a nice clean fridge for Shorty, a rattan guest bedroom set for us, a phone for Corny and a floor lamp for me, among many smaller finds.

We were getting ready to take the fridge up to Shorty, so I packed my kitchen bin with my pepper grinder, spices, garlic chopper, stuff like that. We decided to leave the CrockPot at Shorty's house this time so we don't have to pack it every trip. Corny replaced it soon after I got home and I regained my will to live/cook again. I was stuck on refried bean nachos for a week or so.

I finished making some pillows for my sister to match her pretty blue/yellow flower napghan. We gave them to her on her birthday.

I left home March 28th and finished geocaching in all the GA counties. I skipped out on any Easter dinner and ate at a Panda south of Atlanta. I visited the Atlanta capitol around 7am. There was plenty of parking and a ton of cops around at that hour. I started the Tennessee State Star with the bike. The weather didn't cooperate - it was a cold, grey drizzly day. I bought some leather gloves but it was still too cold for bike riding. I'll have to catch the Star some other time. I took a library day and headed north to Kentucky. I put on two pairs of pants in the morning but it was so cold I never took off the outers. It was such a pretty drive in the country. In southeast Ohio I ran into some flooded roads.

^big holly trees

^Cowduck and a travel bug duck

^swim to the cache?

I'm pretty sure I passed the Serpent Mound. As I drove by I thought "Why in the world would a farmer want his field like that? WTH was he growing?" Later I saw a brochure at a rest area and what I saw looked just like it!

I met Corny at a rest area off of I-71. We continued to Caesar Creek State Park campground for two nights. We watched the eclipse at a Wapakoneta Wally's. None of my pictures turned out.

We got to Shorty's house April 9th. He was putting the finishing touches on a freshly remodeled bedroom with a new queen size mattress. That was my bedroom for the length of my stay! He treats me so well . . .

We were meeting Shorty at the Taco Bell next to his workplace whenever possible. We frequented Wally's, Sam's and Martin's for groceries to cook for Shorty. Our feeble selves helped put together some of his new IKEA furniture.

We ate at Franky's Tacos, Cane's, Fazoli's and of course Allie's. On one of Shorty's days off, we all checked out the Potowatamie Zoo (just blocks from his house).

I discovered a China Tree clearance/glitch: one cent Spring Mix Dots. I went back to the store several times and accumulated about 20 boxes.

In April I had an enlightening phone call with my brother. Now I know why my sister and mother have treated me like shit for the last 5-10 years.

My Dad and brother made their first visit to Shorty's house and got an informative tour. We had an awesome meal at Longhorn and warm cookies for dessert at Insomnia cookies in South Bend.

4/24 Corny and I worked in the barn, loading a 6x8' U-Haul with our junque. We treated R & A to Salvatori's Italian for letting us store our crap in their barn for 10 years. We didn't get it all this trip, but the better portion of it. Raccoons had tunneled through some of Corny's boxes, so they will have to be repackaged next time we get up there. We didn't have time to work on repacking as the U-Haul had to be returned to Florida in four days. It was too hot to work in the garage by the time I got home to Florida, so my treasures await . . .

Corny didn't want Bruno's pizza because it IS pretty expensive, but dang. I ordered some for Shorty and me a couple days after Corny left! We finished watching "Fallout" and started on "Colony".

I went to the Vera Bradley outlet sale at the Coliseum and bought a few things. I escaped spending just around $50 for three items.

I was in the process of getting ready for a Michigan county run when a distant relative died. I postponed leaving for home and didn't get back until May 31. I was up north for 2 months. Corny had just gotten home and unloaded the U-Haul when he heard about the funeral. He and Poco came back up north in the van. I went to the viewing but stepped out for the funeral.

We stayed in the van at Dad's house a few nights and helped as much as we were allowed. I made Mexican lasagne, buttermilk brownies, and chicken noodle soup. We left earlier than expected due to some drama.

Whenever we went out with my brother, an activity was required in addition to the meal. One visit we went to a Chinese buffet, Costco and Franke Park.

May 16, We all left Shorty's house. Corny and Poco headed south in the van and I headed north to Michigan in the Jeep for a week. I slept in the Jeep except one night at a hotel in Saginaw. I cached in every county up to and in the Upper Peninsula (U.P.) and most of the way back. My favorite parts were on Jeep trails to old abandoned mines. I explored the old Ford village and dipped into Wisconsin for a few counties. I stopped at several garage sales for swag. The bugs were amazing. Before even getting out of the Jeep, I had my own personal swarms of black flies and mosquitoes, attracted by the engine heat/sound. I got to see an amazing tick parade when I undressed at a McDonald's restroom one day. A great trip, but I didn't finish all the Michigan counties. I will have to come back with the folding bike because the MI State Star is along a bike path near Lansing.

We made one more trip to go see Dad; we ate at a mexican place in Huntington - Chava's, and watched the acrobatic swifts eating bugs midair at Roush Dam. We spent over an hour at a Wally's. Shorty found some $70 boots on clearance (his size!!!) for $17! God is Godd. I found an $87 icemaker. My life has changed! I haven't had a decent cold drink of kool-aid since Oldsmar (2012).

I missed a few Survivor episodes due to my travels but one day soon I will re-watch them all. I geocached my way home via Alabama.

When I got home I downloaded my geocaches and a few days later, I couldn't find my GPS. I went back through all my travel stuff, geocaching stuff and Jeep. I thought I must've left it at a restaurant or it fell out of the Jeep or something. It was so near my birthday, Corny got me a new identical one. Two days later I found the old one, hidden deep in a corner of my big fanny pack. Oof. Well now I have two spares :0)

I planted two packs of tomato seeds June 3: Roma bush and Beefsteak vine. A couple days after I left them out overnight, somebody started eating holes in the leaves. I started spraying them with dish soap/water and bringing them in at night. We shall see if they survive. (edit: they didn't)

My favorite movies since getting back home are Quiet Place, Furiosa, Watchers, and Kingdom of Planet Apes.

We went to Texas Roadhouse on our 1st Anniversary and to a movie and Carrabbas on my birthday.

Life is Godd!

We fit out.

[condos2homes]

Top 5 Neighborhoods in Pickering to Buy Homes

Looking at homes for sale in Pickering Ontario? It is a booming Durham suburb east of Toronto that offers diverse neighborhoods for any lifestyle. Whether you're a young family looking at schools or an investor eyeing new homes Pickering, certain areas stand out. They can give you more convenience as a homebuyer and better rentals as an investor. Here are the details on Pickering's top 5 neighborhoods to buy.

1. West Shore Neighbourhood 

If you are a buyer who wants green space and peaceful family living, point your search towards West Shore. This tranquil place borders waterfront trails and Petticoat Creek Conservation Area's lush ravines. An oasis away from the hustle.

West Shore has a mix of established resale homes. There are exciting new construction low-rise developments as well from reputable builders. Detached houses, townhomes, you name it - all with that new home sparkle. There are plenty of playgrounds, parks, and recreation centers to keep kids entertained. The area's zoned for Pickering's best schools too.

2. Downtown Core

Pickering's downtown core packs urban perks into a close-knit community vibe. You're within walking distance of the sparkling Pickering Town Centre Mall, restaurants, Esplanade parks, and Pickering GO Station.

Local boutique condos and towns are coming up to meet the demand for downtown living. But resale homes offer incredible value too among Pickering's oldest streets.

The walkable amenity-rich lifestyle is a huge draw for young families and retirees. There are more new homes Pickering slated for development soon.

3. Woodlands

For that coveted suburban peace, the Woodlands neighborhood checks all the boxes. Winding tree-lined streets, parks, top-rated schools like Pine Ridge Secondary. It's total family bliss here.

These homes for sale in Pickering Ontario are predominantly huge detached beauty queens. There are many luxurious newer builds from respected developers too. Prices won't disappoint your wallet either.

Yes, the neighborhood's removed from central amenities. But the serene atmosphere, nearby trails, and involved community make Woodlands irresistible for its target market.  

4. Brock Ridge

Brock Ridge offers amazing value within Pickering's newer subdivisions. These family homes from the 2000s pack way more breathing room compared to Toronto's stacked townhomes. There are several options - detached monsters, towns, semis. The bang for the buck is unreal. With Pickering's big-box shopping plazas nearby too. Sure, the neighborhood's a total suburban bubble. But sacrificing walkability for huge affordable spaces is an easy tradeoff for many.

5. Amberlea

Let's discuss Pickering's luxury living, Amberlea. This exclusive estate neighborhood defines luxury living with its forests, trails, ponds, and mansions.  

There are custom-built homes for sale in Pickering Ontario upwards of $2 million on Amberlea's winding roads. Stone, brick, modern masterpieces - perfect home designs if you've got the budget. Buyers here prioritize privacy and prestige above all else. Amberlea tops every list for Pickering's most elite and coveted neighborhood to set down lavish roots.

So these are some of the top neighborhoods in Pickering for real estate. These appeal great in terms of location, value, amenities, and lifestyle. However, you can find ideal new homes Pickering in other neighborhoods of the city as well. Make sure your home fulfills your homeownership desire and is a profitable deal. Work with a professional and experienced realtor to make things easier for you.

[survivingthejungle]

Hopeless Wanderer

You weren’t really sure what had happened.

   During a typical walk in the forest in your small Northeastern city, you had slipped on a particularly mossy rock while wading in the creek. Upon standing up, the forest had completely changed. No more was the golden sunlight filtering through the trees; now everything was gray and significantly colder than it should’ve been for mid-July. The air was definitely more frigid than it was a few minutes ago. And where were all the birds? How did it get so dark all of a sudden? And why did the forest look different than it had before you fell?

    It won’t do me any good to stand still and act dumb, you thought to yourself. Better start back the way I came. Or at least… the way I think I came.

   As if the new cold air wasn’t bad enough, it seemed that the forest had become even hillier than usual. And the more you looked around, the more you were beginning to suspect that this wasn’t the same forest you stepped into this morning. But rather than stay frozen in your place, you kept walking, trusting that eventually you might be reconciled with civilization.

   And you were. Only… not one you recognized.

   Am I hallucinating right now? you wondered. Did I hit my head on those rocks harder than I remember? The scene in front of you was most definitely not your town. Not even close. There were hundreds of people traipsing around what seemed to be either village or a very, very large campsite wielding dangerous weapons like swords and axes, as well as brightly painted shields adorned with runes. Their clothes were much more practical for the weather than yours seemed to be; layers of furs wrapped around them like shawls and coats, and plenty of layers of fabric underneath. Some firepits were scattered across the plot of land you were looking out at, and people were littering the streets going about their mundane routines— be it skinning and cooking meat, weaving fabric and baskets, building more weapons; you name it, these folks were doing it.

   What was stranger was that you couldn’t find a car in sight. In fact, there weren’t even any paved streets as far as you could tell. No tall buildings; the village was all one level. And you were confused. And scared.

    Am I intruding on something? you asked yourself. Maybe I should turn around and go back the other way. But before you got the chance to get very far into the forest, you heard someone shout, “Spy!” and suddenly tens of footsteps could be heard racing towards you.

    Oh, fuck. Surely they don’t think I’m the spy? you hoped. But instead of waiting up and asking them, your trusty lizard-brain instincts commanded you to run; and run you did.

The strange looking villagers had an advantage against you, though. They were familiar with the terrain; you were not. And so, after tripping over a particularly large fallen tree trunk, you were captured by a handful of aggressive  looking men and women covered in tattoos. “Who are you?” one man yelled at you. “Who do you serve?”

“No one,” you replied, “I got lost! Please get off of me, I just want to go home!” You struggled to push the man off of you, but he held your chest down with his forearm, and you couldn’t manage to shake it off.

“She’s a liar,” a woman offered. “I bet she’s a witch. Take her to Ragnar.”

“Very well. Up, witch,” the man commanded you, and roughly pulled you up by your shoulder before someone else forced your arms behind your back to bind your wrists.

Paraded through the village, you felt like a carnival attraction. People of all ages gathered in the streets to see you marched into the largest building in the whole place, gazing at you like they’d never seen a teenage girl before. “Is she a witch?” you heard one woman whisper.

“Look at her clothes! Where do you think she’s from?” asked one young child to another. You were met face to face by three guards standing ready at a set of closed doors.

The man who had been shoving you along said to them, “Let us through to see Ragnar. We have found a spy and a witch, all in one.” The men simply stepped aside after pushing the doors open. I was lightly pushed inside and found myself in a large room lit by candles and torches mounted on the walls. In the center of the room was a long table with a few chairs on all sides, and ahead of it, on a semi-raised platform, were what looked like thrones for a king and a queen. Said king was currently sitting on his throne, as if the visit had been expected.

The king-figure spoke first. “Who is this?” He eyed me.

“We think she's a spy, King Ragnar. She came out of the woods to survey Kattegat and tried to run away, but we caught her.”

“We also think she is a witch,” said the woman who aided in capturing you. “There is something strange about her, more than just her clothes. She can not be a regular woman.”

Ragnar responded by telling them, “Thank you for bringing her to me. I will deal with the spy-witch from here. You may go.” They bowed to him before turning around and leaving, your head twisting around to watch them go.

“I’m not a spy. And I’m no witch, either. I got lost in the woods, and I want to go home,” you told him once the doors had closed again.

He looked at you sort of funny before chuckling. “I can tell you are no spy. What good would you be, getting caught so easily?” He got up and walking a bit closer to you. “A witch, though, I could believe. And what about your clothes? Do you wish to turn to ice in this weather?”

“No,” you said, “But I wasn't expecting it to get this cold so fast. It’s the middle of July, it's supposed to be hot.”

“What is July?” he asked, genuine confusion evident in his expression. “A feast? A holiday?”

“No,” you answered, almost equally perplexed, “It’s a month… You know, like.. in a year?”

“What are you saying?”

“Where am I?”

“You are in Kattegat, where else?”

“Okay, well where's Kattegat?”

“Norway, of course. How do you not know where you are?”

Norway? Norway? Like… with vikings and everything? Not a chance. “That’s not possible. I can’t be in Norway. I've never left the U.S. in my life,” you told him.

“What is that?”

“The United States?” you responded. “Of America? Land of the free, home of the brave... You know?” He shook his head in confusion.

Then a pit of dread filled your stomach. Something was seriously, unequivocally, undeniably wrong. “What year is it?” you asked in a dreadful monotone. “It’s 2018… correct?”

“What calendar do you follow?”

“The Christian one?”

“That can’t be right, then. The Christians’ calendar is nowhere near 2000,” he told you.

“Oh my God. Ohh… my God. I need to sit down,” you whispered before plopping down into one of the chairs around the table. You crossed your arms and put your head down before speaking again. “I'm gonna fall asleep, wake up, and this will have all been just a horrible nightmare,” you said, though your words were muffled. “How are we even having this conversation right now? As far as I can tell, I’m speaking modern English, and that hasn’t even been developed yet.”

“You must be speaking Norse,” he said, “Because if you were speaking the language of the Saxons, I would have noticed.”

“This doesn’t make any sense,” you cried.

Just then a loud bang was heard, followed by a shuffling noise. “Who is this?” a new voice asked.

“I don’t know,” said Ragnar, “She has yet to tell me her name.”

“It’s (Y/N),” you offered. “Nice to meet you. I’m having a crisis.”

Some more shuffling followed. “And what crisis might this be?” asked the same new voice. You lifted your head to find the source, and found him sitting on the ground, looking up at you.

“I… I don't even know. Nice to meet you,” you held out your hand to him. “Wait,” you said, noticing his puzzled expression, “Are handshakes a thing yet?” You looked to Ragnar.

“I don't know what that is, so… no.”

“Fantastic.”

“This is my youngest son, Ivar,” he told you. “He is a cripple.”

“Good for him,” you deadpanned. “Sorry, that was rude. I’m not a rude person,” you said to Ivar, who had an unreadable look on his face, “In just stressed. I have no idea how to get home from here.”

“Well then,” Ivar started, simultaneously pulling himself up to sit in the chair next to yours, “You are lucky. My father is an excellent navigator, and Floki is an excellent boat-builder.”

“I don't think boats or compasses can get me where I need to be, but thank you for trying to help,” you told him.

“Ivar,” Ragnar addressed his son, noticing his confusion, “(Y/N) is not of this world. She is from… Where are you from?”

“America.”

“And she thinks she is from a different time, as well.”

“I don't think, I know. I know I’m from a different time.”

“Well, until you can figure out how to return, you are welcome to stay as a guest in Kattegat.”

“Really?” you asked. “Even though people think I'm a spy and a witch?”

Ragnar chuckled. “They may think you are, but I know you are not. You will be under the protection of the king,” he promised you. “Ivar! Introduce her to your brothers.”

“Yes father.”

Before following Ivar through the town, you looked back at Ragnar. “Thank you,” you told him. “It means a lot.”

—

“Where are we going?” you asked Ivar, who was crawling around on the ground like a snake.

“I am taking you to my brothers, like Ragnar said.” Suddenly Ivar was stopped by a strange looking man with tattoos on his bald scalp and a beard.

“Watch yourself, cripple, before you cause more trouble than you already have!”

“Hey!” you shouted at the man. “Apologize! That’s such a cruel thing to say. Don't treat another human being like that. Say you're sorry,” you commanded him.

“Yes, Floki,” Ivar nearly giggled, “You heard the girl. Say you’re sorry.”

“Who are you?” the man asked, ignoring Ivar for a moment to focus on you. “I have never seen you in Kattegat before. And you dress so strange!”

“I’m (Y/N). I’m… not from around here.”

“She is a guest, Ragnar said she is under his protection until she can get back home. Say hello, Floki.”

“Hello,” he smiled at you. He reminded you of the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. His cheesy grin and comical voice put you at ease. “You probably think I am a bad person, talking to Ivar that way. It was only a joke. I have known him his whole life.”

“Floki here is Ragnar’s best friend,” Ivar explained to you.

“Oh. I understand. It’s nice to meet you, Floki.”

“And it is nice to meet you, (Y/N). I hope you enjoy staying in Kattegat.”

“You and me, both.”

“Floki, have you seen my brothers?” Ivar asked him.

“Yes! They are at the training grounds, like always.”

—

“Hvitserk! Sigurd! Ubbe! Come look!” Ivar yelled once you both reached a clearing in a different part of the woods. Three men— Men? Boys? Guys?— were currently training with an assortment of different weapons and fighting setups.

“What is going on, Ivar?” Asked one of the blonds. They all abandoned their activities and stalked over to where you stood while Ivar pulled himself up to sit on a tree stump.

“Go on, introduce yourself,” he advised you.

“Um… I’m (Y/N),” you started.

“Are you a Saxon?” asked a man whose hair seemed to be somewhere between red and brunet.

“No, I’m American. You’ve never heard of America, though, because it hasn’t even been discovered yet.”

“Ivar, what is she going on about?” asked the dark blond, the one who had not spoken yet.

“They found her in the forest and brought her to father. Apparently, she is from a different time,” he told them, a sarcastic, cynical tone to his words.

“Yeah, sure,” the same blond retorted. “What is she really? A new slave? Are you going to torture this one like poor Margrethe?”

“Woah,” you interrupted, “I’m not anyone’s slave, nor will I ever be, so jot that down.” You were met with three pairs of wide eyes. “Your dad’s trying to help me find a way to get home. I’m sticking around, in the meantime,” you explained.

“So… you are really from another time?”

“It would seem so.”

“I am Ubbe,” said the redhead/brunet one. “This is Hvitserk,” he pointed to the dark blonde, “and Sigurd,” then the one with longer blonde hair and braids.

You gave a slight nod of your head. “Nice to meet you.”

“Who are you staying with while you are here?” Ubbe asked you. “Of course, you are more than welcome in our home,” he trailed off. He was a womanizer, a flirt, you could tell; in fact, it seemed they all were. Even their father. It’s hereditary, you realized. But the fact still stood— if you didn’t take them up on their offer, you’d be sleeping outside on the cold hard ground.

“I think that might be what I’m doing, then.”

—

“Maybe she is meant to be an oracle from the gods,” Floki told his friend. “How else could she have gotten here, except by them? Surely she is here to give our people guidance.”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out, Floki,” Ragnar responded. “I am going to talk to the Seer about her. He surely knows what to do; otherwise, he would not be a Seer!”

—

“Ragnar Lothbrok, back again,” the Seer said.

“That I am. And since you know I am here, you must also know why.”

“You want to know about the girl from the forest. And you think that I have the answers.”

“Well, that is your job.”

“Yes. Yes it is. I will tell you that she is who she says she is; a time traveler. The gods have granted her a precious gift, to come and go throughout history as she pleases.”

“She wants to go back,” Ragnar mentioned. “If the gods sent her to be our guide, surely we can not let her leave?”

“She will not leave. At least, not for long. She needs this,” he said, and handed the king a piece of green thread with a golden clasp dangling off of it. “When the gods told me she was coming, they also instructed me to fashion this for her. It acts as a binding agent between our worlds. She needs only envision where she wishes to go, and she will go there.” Ragnar got up to leave, but before he got to the door, the Seer said one more thing. “Have no worries, King Ragnar; she will come back. And she will help the kingdom of Kattegat flourish.”

—

“Oh God,” you gasped, breaking the silence of the walk back to their home. “My mom has no idea where I am right now. Oh my God! People probably think I got raped or murdered by some freak in the woods! She’s probably organized a search party… I hope I haven’t made national television-” Your panicking was cut short by a hand clamped over your mouth.

“Stop worrying so much. You can’t do anything about it from here,” Sigurd reminded you.

“Just eat something and get some rest. You’ve had a strange day, you need time to process,” Hvitserk added.

“Yeah, okay,” you nodded, mumbling mostly to yourself, “True. True. What food do you have here?”

“Slave!” Ivar yelled out. So insensitive, you thought. “Bring our guest some food, yeah?” The servant nodded, terror in his eyes, and ran off somewhere to do Ivar’s bidding.

“Hey… don’t talk to people like that. There’s no reason to be so mean. You get more flies with honey than with vinegar,” you threw in the old adage your father used to tell you when you were younger.

Ivar just stared at you for a moment before turning back to his brothers. How strange she is, he thought. “You are brave, speaking to a prince like that.”

“I sure am. It’s just a little sad that no one seems to have ever taught you basic human decency. Saying ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ never killed anyone.”

“Tell us, (Y/N),” Ubbe interrupted, sensing that an argument was brewing, “What is your world like? The future?”

“Well,” you began, “It’s a lot different than it is around here. We have really advanced technology and machinery—”

“Like what?” Hvitserk asked.

“We have cars, which are like carriages that don’t need horses.”

“How do they move, then?”

“Gasoline. It’s a natural resource; it won’t be discovered for a long time, so don’t go looking for it. We have T.V.’s, which are like…” And on you went, trying to explain the technology of the 21st century to a bunch of Viking princes from the Middle Ages.

Eventually, Ragnar even returned home, and dinner was served not long after. The food had been brought out to you by a handful of servants— and you emphatically thanked them every time, just to make a point to Ivar. You were very exhausted. “Where do I sleep?” you asked.

“I will have some slaves prepare a bed for you. We do not have any spare rooms, I am sorry— you will have to sleep in the Great Hall tonight.”

“That’s fine by me,” you told him, “As long as I don’t have to sleep on the floor, I don’t care.”

“Very well!” he laughed. “In the morning, I will send you home.”

“You know how to get me home?” you nearly yelled.

“Yes. But for now, please, you are welcome as a guest in my home. I ask that you stay until daybreak. I want you to go to the Seer before you leave.”

“Yeah, no problem. I can get home!” you cheered to yourself. “Oh, God, I can’t wait to take a shower.” A mattress-like object lined with straw was brought out into the room where you were all congregated, as well as a handful of warm animal furs, and even a pillow! It was set down and made a few yards away from where the fire was burning; when the servants were done, you kicked off your shoes and laid down, placing a fur over you to act as a blanket. “Goodnight, everyone; see you tomorrow,” you called, followed by a big yawn.

“Sleep well,” a few responded. “Good night,” said the other few.

—

Feedback is welcome and appreciated <3

[tsgcharlottesvillevirginia]

On the Market: Charlottesville August Real Estate Report

From nearby country getaways to in-town gems, this month’s report has it all. 

Slate Hill – 3455 Presidents Rd. | Scottsville,VA | Frank Hardy Sotheby's International Realty, Murdoch Matheson, 434.296.0134 The details: 4 bedrooms, 4.5 bathrooms, 2,736 square feet, 45 acres What we love: Hand crafted from a unique original design combining traditional Virginia farmhouse style with an elegant touch of Swedish charm. The home was designed by Bethany Puopolo - local Architect. You will not find a more comfortable, simply elegant country home in all of Virginia. The house was built  designed by local architect Bethany Puopolo and built by Virginia Frame Builders. In addition to the amazing main residence, it features a one-bathroom guest cottage, three ponds, two fenced paddocks with run-in shed, storage barns and gardens, sport court and a putting green with miles of wooded walking trails meandering past Quarry Creek and traversing the property. 

Appledore – 7617 Greenwood Station Rd. | Greenwood, VA | Loring Woodriff Real Estate, Genevieve Verlaak, 434.996.6683 The details:  4 bedrooms, 4.5 bathrooms, 4,493 square feet, 10.24 acres What we love: In the heart of Greenwood, Appledore, an 1896 Queen Anne Style Victorian manor house country estate has been renovated with extra-ordinary craftsmanship to revive its original glory including the amenities of a modern residence. Majestically sitting on a knoll surrounded by rolling pastures, the residence constructed of stucco and stone walls, copper roof, large windows and plantation shutters draws you close. High ceilings, original heartpine floors, fireplaces and immaculate detailing makes each spacious room reminiscing about its past. In addition to the original structure of the house, a new kitchen, mudroom, pantry area and bathrooms were added. 

Aspian Lawn Farm – 6591 Markwood Rd. | Earlysville, VA | Frank Hardy Sotheby's International Realty, Ann Hay Hardy, 434.296.0134 The details: 6 bedrooms 4.5 bathrooms, 4,932 square feet, 183 acres What we love: Idyllic country property with historic c. 1750's home that’s been lovingly added on to and updated. Located in Albemarle County with stunning water and mountain views, only 16 miles from downtown Charlottesville. Charming details at every turn, including updated marble counters in the kitchen and marble bathrooms, a 2009 addition, wood and gas fireplaces, and new outdoor slate patio. Outdoors, 183 acres of conserved and managed forest and pastures include an 11 acre fully stocked lake, and a separate guest cottage and barn.  

2430 RIVER RIDGE RD | Charlottesville, VA | Loring Woodriff Real Estate, Liz Raney, 434.242.3889 The details: 5 bedrooms, 4 full & 2 half baths, 6,246 square feet, 14.65 acres What we love: This peaceful, private home, on the banks of the Mechums River,  built by Shelter Associates, has a thoughtful floor plan and spacious yet intimate interior. Soaring eight foot windows invite stunning woodland views and winter river views. Thee 15 secluded acres located in Wind River, offer community with privacy in the sought-after Meriwether Lewis school district. Our favorite features include a beautiful master suite, nanny/in-law suite, top grade appliances, granite countertops, whole house generator, sauna, two fireplaces, numerous outdoor rooms including screened in porch, two decks, hot tub/fire pit area, stone patio, children’s play area, finished basement, office and three-car garage.

820 East High Street | Charlottesville, VA |  Frank Hardy Sotheby's International Realty, Ann Hay Hardy, 434.296.0134 The details: 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom, 670 square feet What we love: It’s rare that a modern downtown condo at this price comes onto the market. For the ultimate in city living, this modern condo is within walking distance to all the shops, restaurants, and entertainment the Historic Downtown Mall has to offer. Features include an open floor plan, Bamboo floors, 10' ceilings and large, oversized windows that bring in an abundance of light. Small community of only 16 units with one reserved parking space with the unit. This unit is elevator accessible.

1101Calhoun Street | Charlottesville, VA | Nest Realty, Grier Murphy, 434.466.5850 The details: 3 bedrooms, 2 bathroom, 1,581 square feet, .22 acres What we love: Circa 1928 and exquisitely renovated, this unexpected jewel box of a cottage is located right in the heart of Charlottesville. Maxing out every inch of space in this cozy bungalow are secret nooks and unexpected cabinets and more extensive trim work than exists in homes three times the size. Carefully curated tile lines the walls in the kitchen which has a space for everything you could need. Hand-painted wallpaper adds a whimsical feel to the hallway. And packed into this small space is a tremendous amount of storage. The rare extra-wide lot has been professionally landscaped with flowers, annuals & trees. Detached office/studio with electric & AC. Featured in Architectural Digest and Tory Daily.

Annadale – 9244 Dixie Drive | Orange, VA | Loring Woodriff Real Estate. Loring Woodriff, 434.466.2992 The details: 4 bedrooms, 4.5 bathrooms, 5,600 square feet, 63.19 acres What we love: The centerpiece of this stately c. 1804 Virginia estate is a comprehensively, tastefully renovated and modernized federal manor home sited dramatically to overlook a four acre lake and the rolling hills of the Piedmont beyond. The Annandale residence features 12 foot ceilings, four fireplaces and a luxurious 1st floor master suite. We adore the pool shaded by massive hardwoods, guest house, three-bedroom farm manager's house, covered dock/sitting area by the lake and Sears dairy barn charmingly converted to stables. Acreage fenced & cross fenced for horses. A mere 25 minutes to Charlottesville.

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You are best friends to the only daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok. Gyda has supported your wish to marry her brother, Bjorn Ironside, since you were teens, but the gods have other plans involving her half brothers… 

Warnings: *tears for the final chapter*

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"We used to come here all the time as children."

"I remember," she said reverently. The river was but a trickle of water splashing on stones. It'd dried up over the summer; the harvest rain would bring it back to life. But for now the roaring river was just a tiny creek you could dip your toes in. Sitting down next to you, Gyda picked up a rock, occasionally glancing at your stomach while you weaved something with wheat stalk. "Have you thought of names?"

"Well," you said with a grin. Ivar and the rest of the army had only returned a month ago, but the excitement never died down. "If it is a girl...I want to name her Gyda."

"I'm sure Ivar will love that," your best friend snorted. You laughed and mentioned something about being able to sway Ivar's way of thinking. Gyda interrupted such banter.

"Y/n," she said seriously. "I didn't happen upon you here. You called me...what is it?"

Your shoulders sank and your fingers stopped weaving. Turning to your friend, you swallowed. You had spent the last few weeks alighted with becoming a mother and having your family back together. But at night, while you lay in bed with Ivar, snoring like he always did, you were tormented. Keeping the secret of Aslaug's plan from your friend was too much to bear. If Aslaug went against her word, the gods would never forgive you for not warning your friend. "I need you to swear an oath to me." An oath in your time was not a lighthearted thing. Swearing your word to someone was bidding your entrance to the gods' afterlife on it. As close as swearing on an armband as one could be.

"What is it?"

"We have always been honest with each other. It is this truth we share that tells me I should not keep this from you. But you must swear to me to keep this a secret. It is the past. It needs to stay that way."

"What is it?”

"First you must swear,” you insisted. “Please, Gyda, by the gods, if you trust me, swear.”

With a flicker of conflict in her eyes, she did. And you told her the truth. What happened while she and Ivar were away.

Gyda's eyes went wider and wider as you described your argument with Aslaug. She paled at the idea Aslaug had planned her death using her son rather than going through with it herself. The queen was a coward...Gyda knew that, but to think Aslaug had attempted to orchestrate her death so far from home disturbed the warrior. 

She stood, retching you away from your words. 

"I'll...see you at dinner," she mumbled before turning on her heel and walking briskly away. For a moment, your heart skipped and you panicked. Your friend was hurting, but when Gyda was upset, she preferred to be alone. Worry for her opinion of you consumed your mind.

...

Gyda was not present at dinner like she said she'd be. You didn't go look for her though. Prying always worsened her moods. Ivar reassured you saying she must've gone back to Hedeby already. 

"Bjorn left to go home a week ago," your husband shrugged. He swallowed the ale from his cup and glanced over at you, reaching out to pet your cheek. "Gyda planned to go back to Hedeby soon anyway."

Gyda had left without goodbyes before this. Your eyes flashed upwards to Ragnar for just a moment; your father in law was listening. Something in his face didn't sit well with you.

The next day, you went to market with Aslaug. She wanted to pick out threads for a child's blanket to make for her future grandchild. It was a pleasant affair; the first time you'd spent hours together in months. 

"I could make the flowers red," she sighed. "But I was looking for pink! The color of cooked salmon."

"Those would be nice," you replied, sifting a hand through your basket. You'd chosen lots of green thread; the blanket would have evergreen trees. "Red is just as good though."

"I suppose a boy or a girl would like red. But you know I hope for a girl."

You looked at your mother in law with a smile. "The gods will bless us either way."

"You are right," she admitted. "Has Ivar told you what he's hoping for?"

"A son," you said plainly. "He wants a boy."

"And all the sons of Ragnar would have more," Aslaug sighed, reciting it like a verse from the skalds. You were about to ask if she'd gone to see the Seer and refrained; such things were an individual's business. You both walked along the docks, observing the fisherman and the boat builders at work.

"Does King Ragnar want a grandson?" you asked, turning to Aslaug. She looked down thoughtfully.

"Of course he does."

"Does he worry my child will be like Ivar?"

The queen turned to you. Genuine hurt in her face morphed into a deep breath; she knew that look. It was a reflection of her own fear she once held.

"No," she shook her head. "He doesn't. I don't think he thinks about such things anyway. I do. And no matter what your child is born as, you must love them as they are. They cannot be what they are not. Love them, y/n. I have loved Ivar, perhaps too much, but I have loved him so because-"

Her sentence was cut short by a splash of blood onto your dress. You stumbled back in horror; Aslaug convulsed to try and speak, but instead fell to the cold wooden planks of the floor. You tried to catch her and lost your basket in the water. An axe handle stuck up from behind her; you felt blood spill over your fingers as you tried to keep Aslaug upright. Wailing for help and undoubtedly traumatized, the sun blinded you for a moment. And there was Gyda, standing not two feet away, with her poor arm still wrapped and her good arm twitching like her hand was too hot.

"She would've never stopped," your friend said in a hushed tone. Her face was void of emotion. She was certain she did the right thing, else Aslaug hunt her down again someday. "She was a witch, y/n. You believed her lies. I had n-"

"YOU SWORE TO ME!" you screamed at her. Gyda's face remained void of emotion; she turned away from you to leave, escaping into the crowd that formed from your wailing. You hugged Aslaug's body into your lap; she was gone by the time you'd caught her from falling. Crying into the queen's hair you continued to sob in mourning, wishing she'd come back, and asking the gods why your friend could break such promises to you...

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Kinda had this on the back burner for awhile, mostly because I had no idea how similar I wanted the parents to be. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sasha Devonne: (Top left) Wife to Eric and mother to Eddy and Terry (eddy's brother). A sassy woman with a more laid back attitude than her husband, Sasha tends to baby her boys and still calls Eddy her little pumpkin. Works part time at a call center. Eric Devonne: (top left) Husband to Sasha and father of both Eddy and Terry. Blunt, no nonsense, who tends to only step into to parent his kids when they mess up. A bit of a grump, Eric works as an insurance agent. Has a very strained relationship with his older son Terry and will often comment on how Eddy is his favorite despite being an accident. Freddy McNeil: (Top right) Husband to Amy and father of Anny and Tara (Anny's sister). Grew up in a small lumberjack town when he got a job offer to move down to peach creek to manage a lumber factory. Overprotective and extremly manly, Freddy tends to scare most of the people he meets, doesn't help that he's the size of a mountain. Truthfully he's very kind just a bit gruff. Funny story, Freddy actually like Tee, and often ask's Anny how that nice Kanker boy is doing much to her embarrassment. Amy Mcneil: (Top right) Wife to Freddy and mother of Anny and Tara. Was high school sweethearts with Freddy, and former beauty queen. Tends to be a bit judgmental and harsh when it comes to her daughters, especially Anny as she doesn't want her going down the same path as her sister. Edna Noelle: (Middle left) Wife of Malcolm and mother to Edd. Stoic, picky, and a bit unemotional, Edna is the head of the household. Is a psychiatrist who works at the local hospital. Since she's home more than her husband, she's has become the main caretaker for Edd and usually leaves the sticky notes around the house. Malcolm Noelle: (Middle left) Husband of Edna and father of Edd. Much kinder and understanding than his wife, Edd obviously takes more after his father. Works as an a Entomologists for a humanitarian foundation which causes him to leave for weeks at a time. Truthfully want's to spend more time with his family, but loves his job to much. Alexander Reed: (Middle left) Husband to Rosemary and father to Ann. A stickler for the rules and a perfectionist, Alexander has no time for any imperfections. An extremely intelligent man, he currently works as head of surgery at the local hospital. Doesn't want his daughter to become a failure like his elder brother,so he tends to push he academically. Rosemary Reed: (Middle left) Wife to Alexander and mother to Ann. A lady through and through, Rosemary worries about the harsh and corrupt world hurting her precious baby. While a bit more understanding, Rosemary is just as strict as her husband when it comes to parenting Ann. Works as a museum curator. Was the one who convinced her husband to reconnect with Ann, and see their grandchildren. Lucille Jones: (Bottom left) Wife to Oscar and mother of Ed and Sarah. Spoiled with a quick temper, it's clear to see who Sarah gets her attitude from. Currently a house wife Lucille tends to favor Sarah and take her side, as of how similar the two are in personality. Hates dirt and is constantly trying to keep the house up to her perfection. Oscar Jones: (Bottom left) Husband to Lucille and father of Edd and Sarah. A bit of a dumb oaf, Oscar joined the military after high school as he had no aspirations to go after and succeed greatly. Not as hard on Ed as his wife, he tends to brush of his wife complaint as kids being kids. Works as a drill Sargent, and will use his monstrous strength to keep his soldiers in line. Bud Shalts: (Bottom right) Husband to Diana and father of An and Sam. Lazy, goofy, and a bit of a couch potato, Bud ironically works as a sports news caster. A former baseball star, Bud seemed to let himself go after his son was born. An avid comic book lover, Bud was the one to get his daughter into comics and monster movies. Diana Shalts: (Bottom right) Wife to Bud and mother of An and Sam. Stressed, blunt and hold a bit of a temper, Diana is a former body builder who met bud in college. Gets annoyed with her daughters incompetence and  tends to be harder on her than her son. Works part time at a feed store and uses it to keep her monstrous strength up. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was inspired by Vampiremeerakat parent designs for Eddy's dad.

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May 1 2019 Holland

Happy May Day!  What a delight to be here in Holland, waking up in Amsterdam in our lovely suite at the Waldorf Astoria, enjoying breakfast in the hotel restaurant and then meeting our guide, Seyo, and our driver, Teyo, who took us to see windmills in Leidshendam.

The three windmills (‘Molendriegang’ in Dutch) at Stompwijk in Leidshendam date back to 1672.   Originally, there were four windmills. The fourth mill was demolished in 1840.

According to the Heavenly Holland website:

“The remaining three windmills (Bovenmolen, Middenmolen and Ondermolen) were taken out of service in 1951. They were no longer needed to pump away the water from the polder,  as this was taken over by electric pumps.  A polder  is  a large tract of low-lying wetland or former sea floor partially or wholly encircled by dikes and drained mostly with pumps. Poldering is so important the Netherlands would barely exist without it. The canals collect the water, which then flows or is pumped away to the sea. 

In 1902 the Ondermolen burned down after it was struck by lightning. It was replaced by a new windmill in 1903. Recently the three thatched windmills have been thoroughly restored. Because the windmill in the middle was sagging, a new concrete foundation was installed.

In WWII the three historic windmills were in operation more often than usual, up to 1700 hours per year.

After World War II the octagonal windmills fell into a state of disrepair and neglect. In 1958 the Province of South Holland acquired the windmills. After years of restoration, on the first National Windmill Day (6 October 1973), the classic line up of three windmills operated for the first time in over 20 years. “

The windmills aren’t open to the public but we were lucky that Seyo introduced us to one of the caretakers who lives in one of the mills and we asked him a lot of questions, which he was happy to answer.

This is a view of one of the canals in the polder.  Since Holland is below sea level you can see how flooded they would be without the drainage and pumping systems that make their farmland fertile and keep the country from flooding.

These iconic Dutch homes, which we saw when leaving the windmills to drive to Delft, were so pretty and well-kept, as everything seems to be in Holland.

Delft is a lovely city, famous for its blue pottery, which is very beautiful, and it was fun going into some of the shops and seeing the variety of designs and shades of blue.

According to Wikipedia:

“Delft is a city and municipality in the province of South Holland, Netherlands. It is located between Rotterdam, to the southeast, and The Hague, to the northwest. Together with them, it is part of both Rotterdam–The Hague metropolitan area and the Randstad.

Delft is a popular tourist destination. It is home to Delft University of Technology, regarded as center of technological research and development in the Netherlands, Delft Blue pottery and the currently reigning House of Orange-Nassau. Historically, Delft played a highly influential role in the Dutch Golden Age.

Delft also has a special place in the history of microbiology. In terms of science and technology, thanks to the pioneering contributions of Antonie van Leeuwenhoekand Martinus Beijerinck,  Delft can be considered to be the true birthplace of microbiology, with its several sub-disciplines such as bacteriology, proto-zoology, and virology.

The city of Delft came into being beside a canal, the 'Delf', which comes from the word delven, meaning to delve  or dig, and this led to the name Delft. At the elevated place where this 'Delf' crossed the creek wall of the silted up river Gantel, a Count established his manor, probably around 1075. Partly because of this, Delft became an important market town, the evidence for which can be seen in the size of its central market square.

A number of Italian glazed earthenware makers settled in the city and introduced a new style. The tapestry industry also flourished when famous manufacturer François Spierincx moved to the city.  In the 17th century, Delft experienced a new heyday, thanks to the presence of an office of the Dutch East India Company (opened in 1602) and the manufacture of Delft Blue china.

A number of notable artists based themselves in the city, including Leonard Bramer, Carel Fabritius, Pieter de Hoogh, Gerard Houckgeest, Emanuel de Witte, Jan Steen, and Johannes Vermeer. “

We love visiting churches and mosques during our travels and Delft has two very famous churches, the Old Church and the New Church.  According to Wikipedia”

“The Oude Kerk (Old Church), nicknamed Oude Jan ("Old John") and Scheve Jan ("Skewed John"), is a Gothic Protestant church in the old city center of Delft, the Netherlands. Its most recognizable feature is a 75-meter-high brick tower that leans about two meters from the vertical.

The Oude Kerk was founded as St. Bartholomew's Church in the year 1246, on the site of previous churches dating back up to two centuries earlier. The layout followed that of a traditional basilica, with a nave flanked by two smaller aisles.

The tower with its central spire and four corner turrets was added between 1325–50, and dominated the town-scape for a century and a half until it was surpassed in height by the Nieuwe Kerk (New Church). During its construction the foundations were not strong enough to support the building, and the church began to lean. As work continued, the builders tried to compensate for its lean on each layer of the tower, but to this day only the four turrets at the top are truly vertical.  Buried in the church are the artist Johannes Vermeer, who is best remembered for his painting “Girl With The Pearl Earring” and Anthony van Leeuwenhoek.”

Another interesting person who was buried in the Old Church was Clara van Spaerwoude.  According to Wikipedia:

“Clara Jansdochter van Spaerwoude (sometimes written Sparwoude) (ca. 1530 – 4 August 1615) was a Dutch noblewoman of Delft who is chiefly remembered for her great wealth and various charitable funds from her estate.  The most famous of these granted a sum of money to each of her relatives and their descendants upon their marriage, and was in continuous operation until 1922, when the monies were liquidated by the Dutch government.

Clara was the daughter of Jan Heyndrixzn. (1477–1552) a goldsmith of Delft, and his second wife Willemtgen Willemsdr (1495–1564).  In 1556 she married Arent Vranckenzn. van der Meer (died 1596), a high-ranking city official and burgemeester in Delft.  Following her death on 4 August 1615, she was interred on 8 August in the Oude Kerk in Delft, where her prominent tomb is visible still.

As Clara and her husband had no children together, upon her death she donated her considerable riches to various charitable projects, including a fund for "poor relations", typically interpreted as meaning all descendants of her elder half-brother Adriaan and younger half-sister Maritgen.  A payment was made to each relation upon their wedding.

Originally a considerable sum of money, the amount paid dwindled over the centuries as a result of inflation and the increasing number of "relations."  In the early 20th century the Dutch government retained an official whose responsibilities included maintaining the pedigree of Clara van Spaerwoude's family and disbursing the funds to qualifying relatives.

The New Church isn’t really all that new, being almost as ancient as the Old Church.

According to Wikipedia:

The Nieuwe Kerk (New Church) is a Protestant church in the city of Delft in the Netherlands. The building is located on Delft Market Square (Markt), opposite to the City Hall. In 1584, William the Silent was entombed here in a mausoleum designed by Hendrick and Pieter de Keyser. Since then members of the House of Orange-Nassau have been entombed in the royal crypt. The latest are Queen Juliana and her husband Prince Bernhard in 2004. The private royal family crypt is not open to the public. The church tower, designed by Pierre Cuypers and completed in 1872, is the second highest in the Netherlands, after the Domtoren in Utrecht.

The New Church, formerly the church of St. Ursula (14th century), is the burial place of the Princes of Orange and other members of the Royal Families.  The church is remarkable for its fine tower and chime of bells, and contains the splendid allegorical monument of William the Silent, crafted by Hendrik de Keyser and his son Pieter about the year 1621, and the tomb of Hugo Grotius , born in Delft in 1583, whose statue, erected in 1886, stands in the marketplace outside the church.

The tower was built 1396-1496 by Jacob van der Borch, who also built the Dom in Utrecht during the years 1444-1475. The monument for Hugo de Groot was made in 1781. The mechanical clock has 18 bells by Francois Hemony from 1659 and 30 modern bells. In the church tower there is a bell from 1662 by Francois Hemony with a diameter of 104 centimeters. 

We left Delft and Teyo drove us to The Hague.  According to Wikipedia:

“The Hague is a city on the western coast of the Netherlands on the North Sea and the capital of the province of South Holland. It is also the seat of government of the Netherlands and hosts the International Court of Justice, one of the most important courts in the world.”

With a metropolitan population of more than 1 million, it is the third-largest city in the Netherlands, after Amsterdam and Rotterdam. The Rotterdam–The Hague metropolitan area, with a population of approximately 2.7 million, is the 13th-largest in the European Union and the most populous in the country.

The Hague is the seat of the Cabinet, the States General, the Supreme Court, and the Council of State of the Netherlands, but the city is not the constitutional capital of the Netherlands, which is Amsterdam.[8]King Willem-Alexander lives in Huis ten Bosch[9][a] and works at the Noordeinde Palace in The Hague, together with Queen Máxima. Most foreign embassies in the Netherlands are located in the city. The Hague is also home to the world headquarters of Royal Dutch Shell and other Dutch companies.

The Dutch Parliament building

The Hague is known as the home of international law and arbitration. The International Court of Justice, the main judicial arm of the United Nations, is located in the city, as well as the International Criminal Court, the Permanent Court of Arbitration, Europol, and approximately 200 other international governmental organizations.

We walked to the Mauritius, a famous art museum and had lunch in the restaurant there, which was very good, with our guide, Seyo.  We LOVE art museums, and we really like some of the Dutch Masters, especially Vermeer and Rembrandt, so, after lunch, we spent an hour in the museum, marveling at the collection.

According to Wikipedia:

“The Mauritshuis is an art museum in The Hague, Netherlands. The museum houses the Royal Cabinet of Paintings which consists of 854 objects, mostly Dutch Golden Age paintings. The collections contains works by Johannes Vermeer, Rembrandt van Rijn, Jan Steen, Paulus Potter, Frans Hals, Jacob van Ruisdael, Hans Holbein the Younger, and others. Originally, the 17th century building was the residence of count John Maurice of Nassau. It is now the property of the government of the Netherlands and is listed in the top 100 Dutch heritage sites. “

When we left the museum we stopped at an almshouse.  According to Heavenly Holland:

“Hofjes are almshouses set around a central courtyard build by the rich, originally providing housing for poor families and elderly ladies. Many hofjes have been knocked down over the years, but the remaining ones (often still lived in by single women) are open to the public on weekdays. “

The gardens were lovely and I was happy for the women who live in this comfortable place.

Seyo then took us to a place that many people don’t visit or even know about, called The Panorama Mesdag.  According to Wikipedia:

“Panorama Mesdag is a panorama by Hendrik Willem Mesdag. Housed in a purpose-built museum in The Hague, the panorama is a cylindrical painting (also known as a Cyclorama) more than 14 metres high and about 40 metres in diameter (120 metres in circumference). From an observation gallery in the centre of the room the cylindrical perspective creates the illusion that the viewer is on a high sand dune overlooking the sea, beaches and village of Scheveningen in the late 19th century. A foreground of fake terrain around the viewing gallery hides the base of the painting and makes the illusion more convincing. “

It was FANTASTIC!  If you ever visit the Hague, don’t miss it!

After such a long and busy day, we rested when we got back to the hotel and then had dinner at Spectrum restaurant there, and the food was delicious and creative.

After dinner we watched “Tulip Fever”, which, if you haven’t seen it, is a very interesting, exciting, and romantic film.

Watch this trailer to whet your appetite:

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Considering various neighborhoods for your home purchase

When buying a new home, are you planning to stay in your existing neighborhood or are you looking for a new neighborhood? If you are planning on switching communities, that can be incredibly scary.  In Winnipeg, we have found that there has been a large influx of movement to Sage Creek Houses For sale.

 We think this is likely because the community is newer, family-oriented, close to the perimeter, affordable, and self-sufficient.  Not to mention, the number of outdoor spaces are abundant!  After all, your surroundings are equally as important as the home you live in.

There are a variety of ways you can scour the market, however, the tried and tested results always seem to be through the likes of using a Realtor.  In Winnipeg, we recommend the Jennifer Queen Team. They know the communities, the school catchments, etc.  One of their recommended neighborhoods is Royalwood Real Estate which is known for its more affluent community, beautiful greenery, and amazing school districts.

In and around Sage Creek and Royalwood is the neighborhood of Bonavista.  If you are looking to build new, this community offers a good amount of options in terms of building types (attached vs. detached) as well as a plethora of builders with a variety of floor plan options.  We highly recommend hiring a realtor to navigate all of the builder options, as there are oftentimes so many considerations as analysis paralysis becomes real for those trying to do it on their own.

It's a tough job to find Real Estate Agents in Winnipeg and it isn’t a decision you should rush into either.  We recommend reading reviews online, asking friends for recommendations, and seeing if there are areas of expertise.  A good Realtor will listen to your needs and wants and tailor a plan specifically for you.

 Selling Houses-Pricing Properly.

One of the biggest questions that sellers often ask is “What is my home worth?”.  A short and simple answer is that your house is worth what the most motivated buyer is willing to pay for it.  Plain and simple.  But how do you figure that out?  By looking at comparable properties to see what existing buyers have been willing to pay.  After all, buyers shop by comparison.

A good tip to find a Realtor is to look for one that sells a fair amount of real estate in the area.  After all, those real estate agents have experience with existing buyers in the area and thus know what they are willing to pay and what features are more valuable to them.  A good Real estate agent will present you with a list of comparable sales so that you are comfortable with your pricing decisions.

We strongly recommend listening to your Realtor’s advice on pricing, as overpricing is one of the most serious detriments to a home’s sale.  So long as a property is well marketed and properly priced, in Winnipeg it should generally sell in under 30 days (barring the current pandemic, these timelines will likely go up).  However, if your property is sitting on the market for longer than it should, the price may need to be addressed.  We strongly recommend trusting the pros!

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6 Common Window Washing Mistakes You May Not Know You’re Making

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Tired of looking at the world through windows filled with streaks and smudges? Sparkling-clean windows are an essential part of a whole-house deep clean and will enhance the appearance of your home. But getting windows to be fingerprint-free isn’t as easy as spraying a cleaning solution and wiping it down with paper towels.

Rusty Sanford, owner of Desert Heat Window Wash in Queen Creek, AZ, has been cleaning windows for over 10 years and says that making your home’s windows look brand-new may require abandoning some old habits. In your attempt to have streak-free windows, there’s a good chance you’re sabotaging yourself!

Here are some common mistakes to avoid when washing the windows in your home.

1. Washing on sunny days

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You would think blue skies and endless sunshine would make for a perfect time to wash those dirty windows. Nope! All that built-up dirt and grime on your windows will only get worse when you clean glass in the sunshine. You’ll actually be creating more streaks because the cleaning liquid on a hot window will dry too quickly.

“It’s the temperature of the sun that makes it difficult,” says Sanford. “For example, when someone cleans their windows in the hot sun, they have an extremely high chance of the windows smearing and/or leaving a haze or film on the glass.”

The better solution? Clean on a cloudy day. Trust us on this.

2. Not removing dirt and dust first

Similar to the rinse cycle of a car wash, the first step to getting a truly clean window is to remove the buildup of dirt and dust.

“This means liberally applying your cleaning solution, typically with a trigger sprayer, and then scrubbing the glass using a window washer scrub pad—a removable, washable washer sleeve on a T-bar,” says Joshua Kennedy, founder of First Coast Home Pros in Jacksonville, FL.

If you don’t have a window washer scrub pad, he says, a clean microfiber towel soaked in solution to wet and scrub the glass can be used instead.

3. Using the wrong cleaner

Photo by Auhaus Architecture

If you want to achieve windows so clean you can see a reflection, it’s all about using the right kind of cleaner—and not overdoing it.

“For normal DIY window cleaning, we recommend one drop of mild dish soap—yes, just one drop—per gallon of water,” says Kennedy. “If the glass has hard water spots, mineral deposits from irrigation, or salt residue from ocean air, a solution of one part vinegar to one part water can be effective as well.”

4. Not using the squeegee

Armed with the right tools, you can have clean windows that rival the work of the pros.

“A good squeegee will make sure that all of the water has been pushed from the glass down to the corners and the sills, leaving a clean and dry window” says Tyler Hake, owner of Wash Our Windows Wisconsin in Fitchburg, WI.

Kennedy says that buffing glass with towels has the potential to leave your windows streaky, but a squeegee will provide you with the best result.

5. Washing windows with hard water

Photo by Spang Builders, Inc.

Ever had big, hard-to-remove water spots on your car paint after washing? That’s from hard water. To avoid similar hard-water streaks on your windows, the pros recommend using distilled water.

“I would never use hard water to clean a window. It has too much mineral buildup in it compared to distilled water and will undoubtedly leave water spots on the glass,” says Hake.Sanford says it’s OK to use hard water “as long as you are cleaning the windows correctly and not leaving behind smears or drips.”

Pros also recommend using cold water because warm water can quickly evaporate and leave ugly streaks behind.

6. Not cleaning windows regularly

Relying on random rain showers to wash your windows doesn’t cut it. Neither does using the garden hose to quickly wash the exterior of your house.

“If windows are not regularly cleaned, you have a high chance of weather damage or sun damage,” says Sanford.

He says weather damage is when the seal breaks or a small crack appears in the glass where air or water can get through in between the panes of glass. Sun damage can occur when the sun acts like a magnifying glass on the window and cooks the dirt or debris, leaving a burned effect on the glass.

Your location will determine how often you wash your windows, but experts say once every month or two should be appropriate.

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Exploring Queensland’s Spectacular Western Scenic Rim

Exploring Queensland’s Spectacular Western Scenic Rim

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Jo Hoban

Jo Hoban explores the Western Scenic Rim on a two-day hike. Photo – courtesy of Spicers Retreats.

Growing up in Brisbane, my parents would often take our family for short getaways to the western Scenic Rim region known for its picturesque mountain ranges. We’d visit country spots like Boonah, Lake Moogerah and Mt Barney. I have lovely memories of those times (aside from the sticky vinyl upholstery in Dad’s old 1970s Ford Falcon).

These days I live near Brisbane’s Mt Coot-tha Forest where I love walking the trails. When the opportunity arose to “spread my hiking wings” and do the Spicers two-day Scenic Rim Trail earlier this year, I jumped! The Scenic Rim Trail is located on the Western edge of the region and showcases a small part of The Great Dividing Range. Heading out that way again reminded me there are many wonderful, lesser-known places on Brisbane’s doorstep. And a range of exciting new businesses are breathing fresh life into the region.

Photographer Mindi Cooke and I took a little road trip to visit a few. Here’s the lowdown!

Left: In the thick of it. Photo – courtesy of Spicers Retreats. Right: One of the many breathtaking views along the way. Photo– Jo Hoban.

‘The rainforest was mindblowing’ Jo says! Photo – Jo Hoban.

Activity: Spicers Two-Day Scenic Rim Trail

The two-day Scenic Rim Trail is an enriching active travel experience run by Spicers Retreats, a company committed to protecting the environment, and providing sustainable ecotourism experiences for future generations. Experienced guides lead small groups through a region comprised of 30,000 hectares of World Heritage Listed National Park, Gondwana Rainforest, and Spicers Peak Station – a privately owned 2000-hectare nature reserve.

The trail showcases some of South-East Queensland’s spectacular high country and it is Queensland’s only addition to the Great Walks of Australia collection. All gear, food, drinks, and accommodation are provided, so logistically the experience is hassle-free. Some sections are steep and challenging so you need a good level of fitness. Hiking poles are provided to help increase stability, and they’re very helpful – I’m a convert! Our guide, Chris, was an affable and knowledgeable young man. He kept a caring eye on everyone, assisting as needed and providing an interesting commentary when relevant.

DAY 1 is spent making our way through the diverse flora and fauna of Mount Mitchell and eventually to its peak, where we’re rewarded with epic views out to Moreton Bay. We’re lucky enough to spot a juvenile koala in the wild, along with a red-necked wallaby, and a snake. In the afternoon we descend Mount Mitchell and traverse into Spicers’ nature reserve before heading up into Spicers canopy for the night.

DAY 2 sees us moseying along Oakey Creek bed before beginning a long, gradual climb up Cedar Mountain. We follow the mountain’s ridge and eventually scramble up over some rocks into the Gondwana heritage-listed rainforest. This ancient ecosystem is truly awe-inspiring ensconced in a light mist, with entangled vines, lush ground cover and a diverse canopy – a rare, and incredibly beautiful natural environment. The walk ends at Spicers Peak Lodge, where we’re greeted like long lost kings and queens and provided with welcome refreshments. Nature lovers and foodies will thoroughly enjoy this experience!

The Canopy is the perfect place to unwind after a hard day’s hike. Photo – courtesy of Spicers Retreats.

The accommodation offers ‘glamping at its best’. Photo – courtesy of Spicers Retreats.

A serene sunset at Canopy. Photo – courtesy of Spicers Retreats.

Stay: Spicers Canopy

Spicers Canopy is set on a lower plateau of the Spicers Peak Station property. It offers glamping at its best, and after a solid day of hiking it is so nice to be rewarded with a little relaxed luxury (not to mention a glass of wine!). Each African-safari style tent features king or twin beds with fine linen, bedside tables and a covered deck with a comfortable armchair perfect for taking in the views to Mount Mitchell. A communal main lodge has a generous lounge area and an open fireplace, a dining area, and sliding doors that open onto a wide verandah. There’s also an outdoor hot tub and cute firepit perfect for gathering for a pre-dinner drink or a stargaze.

A highlight of Canopy is the gourmet meals prepared on-site by a Spicers chef. They feature local produce, some of which is grown in the kitchen garden at the nearby Spicers Hidden Vale country retreat.

The staff at Canopy are friendly, attentive and entertaining, which makes the overall experience very enjoyable.

Sarah Bottle of Elegance & Grace. Photo – Mindi Cooke.

Sarah Bottle of Elegance & Grace, and Jade Cook of Jade Beauty Skinstitute operate their businesses alongside each other out of this historic building. Photo – Mindi Cooke.

Shop + Experience:

Sarah Bottle of Elegance & Grace, and Jade Cook of Jade Beauty Skinstitute share an old shop space in the tiny, charming town of Kalbar – located between Spicers Peak Station and Brisbane.

Sarah stocks a range of gifts and homewares featuring locally made leatherwork, sculptures, and ceramics, while Jade has a beauty therapy treatment room and nails station within the space. She stocks Dermalogica and other select beauty products, and a small section of gifts and homewares.

On the day we visit, Jade is tending to a sick child, but Sarah warmly welcomes us and shows us around. A teacher by trade, Sarah moved to Kalbar a year ago with her partner and young children. The shop is now celebrating its first birthday, business is going well, and Sarah and Jade are excited for the future of their unique, combined offering!

Owner, Mike Webster, stands in front of the old general store’s original shelves and rolling ladder, which now stores locally made relishes, brewery merch and more! Photo – Mindi Cooke.

Beer from the Scenic Rim Brewery. Photo – Mindi Cooke.

‘A paddle tasting sampler did not disappoint’ Jo says. Photo – Mindi Cooke.

The historic building was built in 1884! Photo – Mindi Cooke.

Eat + Drink: Scenic Rim Brewery

What an unexpected gem in the tiny town of Mt Alford this is! Just a 20-minute drive from Kalbar, the Scenic Rim Brewery is well worth a visit. Housed in the old Mt Alford General Store (est. 1884) Mike and Wendy Webster purchased the run-down property in 2014, convincing three levels of government that it was a good idea to renovate, extend and install a brewery. They opened in December of 2016 and it’s been onward and upward from there!

Mike was previously a builder with a keen interest in home brewing – he created his first brew in his kitchen over thirty years ago. The couple’s Dutch and German heritage means their menu is dotted with delicacies such as Bitterballen and Bratwurst, amid other healthy (and not-so) treats.

But of course, the highlight here is the beer! And a paddle tasting sampler did not disappoint. My fave was their newest brew, Beauty and Blue Spiced Pumpkin Ale – so damn smooth, and naturally brewed with local Beaudesert Blue pumpkins and water harvested from the mountains and valleys of the Scenic Rim.

Scenic Rim Brewery 898 Reckumpilla Street Mount Alfred, Queensland

David pictured on site with Cellar Door Manager, Sharon Gage, and Ruby the dog. Photo – Mindi Cooke.

The vineyards were planted in 2012 by David and his team, and the first vintage was produced in 2013. The Overflow Estate 1895 is surrounded by Wyaralong Dam. Photo – Mindi Cooke.

The cellar door was designed by architect, Con Zahos. It responds exceptionally well to David’s brief: a barn style, though sharp, modern & edgy, reflecting masculine and feminine elements, that blends well with the environment and topography. All the timber in the construct comes from the Morgan’s property. Photo – Mindi Cooke.

Jo enjoyed a glass of sparkling and some bruschetta on her visit. Photo – Mindi Cooke.

Photo – Mindi Cooke.

Wine + Dine: The Overflow Estate 1895

15 minutes from the country town of Boonah, and 30 mins from Mt Alford and Kalbar, you’ll find this gem of a winery en route to Beaudesert. Owner David Morgan is a charming character who provides a wonderful introduction to the property, as we sit on the deck of his architecturally-designed cellar door.

David respectfully acknowledges that Indigenous people were on this land for generations. Though from the 1860s, the land became a farming plot. In 1895 Edgar Joyce, an Irishman, and his wife Nina Perse, bought the land and called it The Overflow. Fast forward 111 years and David Morgan and his wife purchased the land in 2006 from the Joyce Dynasty; they were inspired to create their own vineyard after visiting a friend’s Spanish Bodega. David extended the property’s name to The Overflow 1895 to pay homage to the previous owners.

The Vineyard’s rootstock was planted in 2012 and the Morgans have since nurtured the four unusual varieties that underpin their offerings; they are all grapes with Mediterranean origins well suited to the native terroir. Everything is done by hand at this vineyard, and the Morgans get so much pleasure from being able to share the fruits of their small team’s labour with visitors!

The cellar door offers a full menu and wine tastings on Friday, Saturday + Sunday (and a reduced menu on Wednesday and Thursday) – with live music every Sunday. The day we visit, I enjoyed a delicious local cheese and antipasto platter, some Towri sheep cheese yoghurt & tomato bruschetta, nicely complemented with a glass of their Storm Cru Sparkling wine. All divine! I can’t wait to return on a Sunday afternoon.

The Overflow Estate 1895 1660 Beaudesert-Boonah Road Beaudesert, Queensland

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Taylor Morrison notified me they are pre-selling Terravella in Queen Creek from Adora Hills in Gilbert. Models in Q.C. will be coming soon! In the meantime, let's go look at the models and details in Gilbert. Get in contact with me before you go and let's schedule a private walk through. My wife and I own a Taylor Morrison home, and we love it. I will be happy to share our satisfaction with this builder to you.

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