Unless you count the sixteen children under the age of ten, we are thugless. We are also predominately Obama supporters. We are Block Obama. Even the old white broads are Obama supporters. Have we been polled? Funk no!
I love all the pictures! Thank you for sharing. Hope to see more. Maybe a shot of the spectacular Wasatch or the Ocres (sp?) I mis seeing them at sunrise and sunset. You live in a beautiful place. Have a terrif weekend. I am heading for artfest and hopefully next year will have a stand selling my jewelry and peace flags.
Husband E.K. would kill, I'm not kidding, KILL for a tennis court! As it is, he is forced to push small children out of the way when he & the geezers get together to relive their glory days on the public courts. He's still got the swing & a killer serve. I'm threatening to post action pics of them playing (from the waist down cuz you would not believe the condition of these senior players' legs. Not a varicose vein or ounce of fat -- not fair!
These kind back alley neighbors say,"ask and ye shall play." Once asked one has full summer privileges to play unless beaten to the courts by the grandkids, who seldom visit and aren't really tennis players, so it stands available and sadly quiet most of the summer.
When perfume man shows up for a visit, he plays. We also have, three blocks away, Salt Lake's largest city park, Liberty Park, where there are acres of well maintained public courts. Our neighborhood is one of two urban neighborhoods in Salt Lake that has lost no property value--still highly desirable. We have two and a half blocks away, a great Palestinian restaurant called Mazza, we have the only real art theatre, The Tower, a Mexican restaurant, and other small treasures, like The Coffee Garden, The Children's Hour, a wonderful bookstore and clothing store for kids, and on and on. It's a great place to live if you have to live in Salt Lake.
Oh, it does sound nice. I'd love the tennis court in theory, but know myself well enought to know that after a visit or two a year, I would blow it off, my resolutions to play frequently that is.
Freida, I'm with you on that. I like the idea of it, the ound of the thwack of the ball, a rhythmic summer sound. I'm far from the front of the property with the big house as a sound barier, so I don't hear the squeels of children from toddlers to young teenagers at play in our front yards, their common territory. They skat-board, ride bikes and trikes and scooters, and the big red wagon pulled and pushed by their older sibs. This population exploding on my block is all non Mormon. I have helped whenever possible, to expedite a sale through the power of my wishes to have this couple buy this house, please, thank you. It could not be better for me. I learned manipulation 101 from Maggy.
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Who has the friggin tennis court? Your house might be small but the neighborhood ain't thug-filled one might surmise...
Unless you count the sixteen children under the age of ten, we are thugless. We are also predominately Obama supporters. We are Block Obama. Even the old white broads are Obama supporters. Have we been polled? Funk no!
I love all the pictures! Thank you for sharing. Hope to see more. Maybe a shot of the spectacular Wasatch or the Ocres (sp?) I mis seeing them at sunrise and sunset. You live in a beautiful place. Have a terrif weekend. I am heading for artfest and hopefully next year will have a stand selling my jewelry and peace flags.
Husband E.K. would kill, I'm not kidding, KILL for a tennis court! As it is, he is forced to push small children out of the way when he & the geezers get together to relive their glory days on the public courts. He's still got the swing & a killer serve. I'm threatening to post action pics of them playing (from the waist down cuz you would not believe the condition of these senior players' legs. Not a varicose vein or ounce of fat -- not fair!
These kind back alley neighbors say,"ask and ye shall play." Once asked one has full summer privileges to play unless beaten to the courts by the grandkids, who seldom visit and aren't really tennis players, so it stands available and sadly quiet most of the summer.
When perfume man shows up for a visit, he plays. We also have, three blocks away, Salt Lake's largest city park, Liberty Park, where there are acres of well maintained public courts. Our neighborhood is one of two urban neighborhoods in Salt Lake that has lost no property value--still highly desirable. We have two and a half blocks away, a great Palestinian restaurant called Mazza, we have the only real art theatre, The Tower, a Mexican restaurant, and other small treasures, like The Coffee Garden, The Children's Hour, a wonderful bookstore and clothing store for kids, and on and on. It's a great place to live if you have to live in Salt Lake.
Oh, it does sound nice. I'd love the tennis court in theory, but know myself well enought to know that after a visit or two a year, I would blow it off, my resolutions to play frequently that is.
Freida, I'm with you on that. I like the idea of it, the ound of the thwack of the ball, a rhythmic summer sound. I'm far from the front of the property with the big house as a sound barier, so I don't hear the squeels of children from toddlers to young teenagers at play in our front yards, their common territory. They skat-board, ride bikes and trikes and scooters, and the big red wagon pulled and pushed by their older sibs. This population exploding on my block is all non Mormon. I have helped whenever possible, to expedite a sale through the power of my wishes to have this couple buy this house, please, thank you. It could not be better for me. I learned manipulation 101 from Maggy.
I just want Justine to come out of retirement. I miss her legs already. Sharapova? I don't think so!
oh that is so cool...I am envious...and I love the sound of your hood....very communal..and lots of kids..that is great....good for you....
Elbow. Enough said.
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