I worked on it once only to find it's too fallen apart to run. The old car belonged to the house's previous owner and came with the place. Written in our concrete walkway, some words: THIS IS NOT HERE. I rake away the fallen leaves around the car and discover something I have not seen before. An old, broken-down car - a 50s model Studebaker painted in day-glo swirls - sits rusting in our doorless detached garage. The ground below my feet is hard but not frozen. Zillah never shows and thinking about the strawberries we will plant this winter. I am raking leaves in our front yard, hoping this G. My only complaint is the creaking we hear sometimes at night.Ĭall today crystal clear but cold.
The house looks great already, and we have not even done much yet. We listen to Beatles records in our living room and eat homemade applesauce.
From our tree outside, we pick green apples that are too hard to bite into. We weatherproof the wood-frame windows we insulate the walls in our spacious and sunny attic we paint the kitchen and bathroom. We spend our weekends improving the place. We brought one and have used it often since moving in this past July.
The newspaper ad that led us to look at this house in the first place said in bold letters, BRING A HAMMER. A perfect fall, and we love living in Oregon so far. The mornings grow colder, the days shorter. Our house - one story with an attic - is beautiful this October. The arrival of this postcard is driving me crazy, and Karen, she thinks it's funny. Zillah? Godzilla - coming down to burn down our house with his fiery breath? I hope not. All right, is this a joke? Is some Ouija-board-toting mystic coming to perform some weird ritual on our house? I hope not, because I like our house as it is. I find little humor in the card, but Karen breaks up laughing. DRIVING CROSS COUNTRY TO SEE THE HOUSE AGAIN. As she reads, the few, sloppily scribbled words replay inside my mind: GOT YOUR ADDRESS FROM OUIJA BOARD. I show the ominous postcard - postmarked Chicago, Illinois - to my wife, Karen.
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