Church Lady or Drug Lord?

There's a little yellow house at the end of the street. Very tiny. We've seen many folks come and go from there. Mostly renters. Priceless was the "Little Curiosity Shop" that tried to make a go of it in the outbuilding beside the tiny house. Scary dolls and knick knacks and such. Creepy.

After a year and a bit on the market the house finally sold. We were interested in learning who had bought it. A single mom and kids perhaps? Maybe a widower? Someone who doesn't want to be bothered with more than a 100 sq feet of lawn? Someone who likes being on the main street of the village with transport truck traffic not 15 feet from the front door?

Alas, we still aren't sure who bought the place. Why the confusion? Well, there have been oodles and oodles of cars and people at the place since it turned over. Expensive cars. Cheap cars. Kids helping out. Elderly folk helping out. Trade men. A crazy woman in pajama pants with pigtails. You name it... A revolving door of people!!!! The place is over run with folks helping out.

So we came to a conclusion. No, actually LB came to a conclusion. "It's either a church lady or a drug lord. Both inspire that kind of fanaticism," he said.

Humph. He may be right. Regardless, I like the colour of the new window shutters.