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Price: $89,900
Address: 12094 CABOT TRAIL N, CAP le MOINE
Major Area: Highland Region
District: 306-Inverness County / Inverness & Area
Type: Single Family, Detached/1.5 Storey
Property Size: 1 ACRE+/-
Bedrooms: 3
Bathrooms: 1
Age: 100






( $89,900CAD = $73,761.23 US )

And okay, so the pink bedroom needs a repaint, but at this price? You could afford to hire someone to do it for you.

I know, I know. Too remote, too cold in winter, yadda, yadda. But gah.

A seven-minute prank phone call. Also an example of Extreme Cape Breton Dialect Syndrome. You wouldn't believe how catchy this accent is. I spent two weeks around it and started picking it up (a less extreme version, thankfully). I kept catching myself doing it and getting all embarrased until I realised nobody would notice because they all talked that way and I'd sound perfectly normal to them.




Okay, laundry, oil change, Canada.

Why on Earth haven't I linked to this before? I mean, come on, it was obviously made just for me, right?




Um. I might actually have that frightening CD. *gestures nonchalantly toward Current Music*.


Okay, time to get dressed and go buy cat food before my cats a. starve or b.attack.

Yay!

Helen Penny. Is that not the best name ever for a lottery winner?

The end of this segment has twelve-year-old John Morris Rankin talking about his fiddle playing, and a very young Rankin Family playing. Just, wow, is all. What a treasure it is.&hearts



If anyone has the rest of this program, please let me know? I'll pay postage, copying fees, anything. I don't hold out much hope, but maybe somebody has it somewhere. Apparently it might still be available in some libraries. I have a at least a couple of people on my flist from Nova Scotia, so, I'll keep my fingers crossed.

I really, really have to look into lessons, very soon.

ETA: Apparently this documentary was the catalyst for the Glendale Festival of Cape Breton Fiddling in 1973, which in turn gave birth to The Cape Breton Fiddlers' Association, and began a revival of an art form that had been in danger of dying out completely. Without the documentary as a wake-up call, a real tragedy might have happened, which makes it even more wow.

The price has been reduced on my dream home. It's gone from $92,000 to $86,000. CAD. Which means in American, the asking price is $76,040.47.

I should investigate this, just to see if

*angsts* FIVE BEDROOMS. 1.26 acres. In the most gorgeous place on the planet. For less than what some cars cost.

Look what happens in summer! And there's nature! and history! and yay, it's also pretty in winter!


Woe.

Good Lord.

This house is in the Bras D'or Lakes region of Cape Breton, a.k.a one of the most gorgeous spots in the world universe.

It looks like this and also this. And oh, my. This. I've only seen it in winter, but, woah. Breathtaking.

Property Description:

"5 bedroom Heritage Home in a lovely private setting.The land is surveyed and consists of a young organic orchard consisting of pear, apple, and plum trees plus a large garden space. The house has been renovated & still has some work to be done. The original floor boards have been restored to their original glory and renos have been completed with respect to the older character of the home.The living space is bright & airy with a view to the lake with a main floor sunroom/office and garden doors to the deck.Heat is oil/hot water assisted by an attractive Jotul Woodstove."

Here's the MLS datasheet.

Five bedrooms. FIVE.

1.26 acres. Organic orchard, apple pear, plum. WOODSTOVE. And it's 90 years old.

Asking price? $92,000. That's CANADIAN DOLLARS. Which means the asking price is $82,358.92 U.S.

I could afford this. I'm pretty sure that even with my icky credit, I could fanagle a mortgage.

I've been to Cape Breton only twice, both times in the dead of winter. Anyone who knows me knows how much I fight against cold weather. I HATE cold weather. But the first time I stepped out of the van (and it was cold and snowy and there were PILES of snow everywhere), in the first oh, thirty seconds or so, I felt this really, really strong feeling that I'd not only been to Cape Breton before, but that I'd lived there, and that once it was home. Somewhere, back in some long-lost day, some ancestor or some incarnation lived in Cape Breton. The sulphur smell from the coalstoves mixed with the salt smell from the ocean, the music, the voices, everything. Complete love at first sight. And it didn't go away, that feeling of family, of belonging. Not then, not the next time I visited. I hated leaving, hated it, both times, and I've been trying to get back to visit again for years.

And now here's this house (and there are more like it, believe me) for practically pennies compared to where I live, and I'm here all wibbly because it just isn't possible.

I really shouldn't look at these websites.

Going to work soon, but um.

Is there anyone in fandom (or not!fandom, for that matter), especially in New England, who knows how to play Tarabish? I haven't played in years, I suck at it and still need to use the bloody cheat sheet with all the values on it. I'm certainly not good enough to teach anyone, since I'd have to learn to play all over again.

I'd love to play again, maybe get involved in a group or something. I'm v. sick of the whole work, be bored, work, be bored cycle I seem to be in. So why not play an obscure yet fun Maritime card game? w00t!