House hunting is a horrible, emotionally fucked up process. I’ve cried every day for the past two weeks.
I think I’ve found a house I love. Ok, I *know* I love it. 1940’s salt box, basement, Florida room, awesome attic-turned-giant-bedroom. On half an acre. Beautiful, mature trees. Built in bookcases lining the living room. Fully updated.
Problem? It’s in the middle of town. Sometimes I think I’d like to live in town, other times is freaks me out. Of course, this is an old neighborhood with a church to the north, railroad tracks to the east and a large buffer of land to the west, so I’d really only ever have the one really close neighbor. No chickens, but I could do beehives and maybe rabbits.
My husband’s only advice is, “Do whatever you want.” No help at all. My dad, who buys and sells houses like baseball cards, won’t even tell me what he thinks a fair offer on the house would be because he doesn’t think we’d be “happy” living in town. Nice, thanks for deciding that for me, pops.
I don’t even have a clue what to do. Except cry.
La Chenille de la carotte (1911), director unknown
Common names: Scarlet hood, Scarlet waxcap, Righteous red waxy cap.
Hygrocybe coccinea (Hygrophoraceae) is a beautiful, scarlet mushroom with a moist to lubricous cap, reddish-orange gills and usually glabrous, reddish to orange stipe. It is an edible mushroom according to the literature .
These waxcaps are found across the Northern Hemisphere from China and Japan to Europe and North America .