stalkers

uh-oh... someone's on to us. today's nytimes features an article on house stalking.

dabney and i - we're guilty. we've made no secret of our propensity for south end open houses - wandering around as if we're going to buy the place. heck, while just walking about the neighborhood, we'll peer into any apartments with the left lights on. (we, too, live in a street level apartment and have gotten used to its aquarium-like environment.)

the object(s) of our affection changes with the season though. once upon a time, it was the stately private homes of beacon hill with their views of the public garden that mesmerized us. for a while, it was the elegant mansions in lincoln with their grand lawns and four-car garages that tickled us with their magnificence. lately, we've been driving the streets of dorchester (not the neighborhood you think it is) and admiring its many 3500+ square feet victorians and muttering to each other, "what would we do with all that space?" hello, home studio!

i admit i just wasted the last half-hour on the real estalker looking at homes of the stars. now, i have a deep admiration for couples like courtney & david and portia & ellen who seem to have made a very nice side career of buying and flipping homes. perhaps the mere possession of these homes for a short time would be enough to satiate my obsession. oh, to have multi-millions...