New Grey Gardens

Time whistled by. When? It was inviting, alluring. Someday. But when? Love. Hate. Here witness and judge. Open the door; it only looks broken. The rooms.

Here help me treasure and revile my weird, pretty, spooky house. Some used, some not. The cats, the dogs, some welcoming, some in your chair. The huge trees, some pretty during the day, all gloomy at night. The mile-high palladians. That contractor who can't find his way back upstairs. The gingerbread woodwork, which later shows itself to be MDF. The 25' foyer ceiling, and the chandelier bulbs that may never be changed. That "seems right, but not quite" feeling you get when you've settled in.