CALL ME SNAKE

The house behind us went on the market today. It’s being advertised as an “urban sanctuary.” From the top floor, the couple and child currently living there can, according to the prospectus, “lie in bed and watch birds in flight, trees and sky throughout the season, and moon rise.” There’s a “waterworks glass tile bathroom with radiant heated beach stone floor, sea glass tiles, skylights and plant shelf,” not to mention the “extensive perennial gardens and water lily pond.” Although our home would never be described in this way, I still consider it a great honor to live in such close proximity to an “urban sanctuary,” if not an “urban oasis.”