The real estate agent is Greek, the house is owned by the orthodox church so says the Greek neighbor old guy who came over to gossip when he saw me there again, and he decided I am 'nice pretty'. It was built by one of a set of Greek bros who built most of the neighborhood which used to be called 'little Greece' in the 40s when the Greek bros who owned all the theaters threw big hollywood parties there. There is a huge old theater poster inside w them in portrait from then. The old guy says the weird boothseat built in the kitchen is from some old movie wherein Marlene Dietrich kissed someone or other, given as a souvenier to this illustrious Greek family, all dead now. The Greek roofers offered to fix the roof and be paid later to make the mortgage easier to get, cz we have history together now and all. Then the agent offered to drive all the way here to get my offer, 'I want to see you again' (blush). On my way there today I noticed this sign just up the road and thought it was funny. But now that I see it, I see it - it is a Greek ghost town neighborhood.

I made this a week or so ago. Taught myself how to make that delicious gyro lamb spam:

It was a kind of spell, I guess, that day-long process of compressing spices and meat and milk. It did not get me what I had in mind. I got some kind of Greek-adopted instead.

Better than Polish (they're mean).

And I am awake, putting my furniture into my new house in my head, like I did before I won the bidding war on the house I am in now.