The Lovely Gingerbread House
I saw this house in a Victorian house magazine, but I couldn’t go there, so I just fantasized about what it would be like to own it. When I tried to draw it on the computer, I had to change the landscaping and some of the facade because the photograph was just too too gussied up with detail for me to draw without breaking a blood vessel on my hand from wielding the mouse. Still, now I had a drawing I could pine about and consider as an escape for me some day.
But as I did my pining and my escapism, I began to get practical. Would I really want to live in a house like that? Or would I rent it out to a person with cats, like several? That kind of a house looks as though a person dazzling enough to own it or rent it would have to be knee-deep in the kind of cats that have their own hairdressers and stylists. I wonder what the electric bill runs? Does this old house have air conditioning and heating, or do you have to huddle up to a fireplace in one of the unheated rooms with several blankets for those cold nights. After all, the house is located in California. Everyone knows that California is for people who don’t mind freezing sometimes and worrying about the future because they might be on a fault line.
Oh my, what if the house breaks on one of those occasions when tremors foretell doom? I wouldn’t want to be in it. I definitely wouldn’t want to be near any of the outside gingerbread which could fall on me. And what about a security system? The front walk looks awfully friendly. What if somebody like Michael Keaton in that Pacific Heights horror film knocked on the front door and muscled his way in? I think I’d be better off living in an extremely small house in La Jolla or thereabout. It would have to be extremely small for me to afford the down payment. I’d probably have to settle for a 400 square foot house if I wanted to be in a neighborhood there which also comes with roads for cars to get to.
Still, I love my drawing. That’s one thing about being a computer nut who can’t really draw on paper, but can cheat a lot using some primitive tools on one of those really easy drawing programs which come free with the operating software. It doesn’t bother me that four-year-olds know more about drawing on computers than I do. I like easy and I like to imagine.
I guess I’ll just stay in my stucco house in West Palm Beach. It only has to be painted once every seven years or so, or when the homeowners association police remind me that it’s time for a fix.
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