Kristin and I went for a run the other day out in the valley. I really love to go out there and think about all of the great times growing up. I tend to repeat all of the same stories, so I don't think that kris enjoys it as much as I do. We usually start talking about wanting to move out there and then get depressed because the prices are just outrageous. The house on Via Poula Linda (wasn'tsure how to spell it.) is probably worth around 6 or 7 hundred thousand now. It makes us doubly ill to think that we paid more for our house now than Dad sold his house for. Any way it is nice to be able to go out and look at the mustard and the creek. It sure was a great place to grow up. It would be nice just to be able to let the kids run around the neighborhood like we used to and not have to worry.
well gotta go. the "old men" are playing the youth in b-ball tonight and i need to go and apply the ben gay now. (that not a very good name. makes one a little self concious about useing it.)FHP
posted by Foot Handle Pete @ 3:57 PM
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Just like you to continue rubbing things in our faces. First Pietros and Teryaki Kitchen and now this? What is this cruel torture? I thought that it was the younger brother that was supposed to seek retribution by taunting the older brother. I guess I better work on some things so I can rub your face in it. Now if only I could think of something.
P.S. Those are great pictures. Send some of those my way via that electronic mail they have these days.
good thing you mentioned the house prices ... or we would have packed up today and headed yer way.
unfortunately, we could only afford a small spot in a mustard field. and it really ruins your clothes.
but thanks for letting me dream!
Alright, I'll admit it; my first impression of Green Valley (on my first visit with Dug) was "This is it?" then "Those hills aren't GOLDEN they're covered with DEAD GRASS!" But since then, the place has definitely grown on me.
Awesome pictures. And I second underhill. Thanks for rubbing it in. All I see out my window are dead trees, dead grass, a million lunatic squirrels, and too much of my neighbor's side yard.
P.S. I'm going to go eat some Cadbury Mini Eggs to console myself.
time to fess up pops. you know i took those pictures everyones raving about!! haa. they're not raving but yes i took them.
-mbee
Actually, If she would just go out side and walk a block she could see the beautiful Naragansett Bay and be on a little beach all by herself. (I don't care if it is cold, it is still pretty!)
Ouch. That really hurts. I've been having Green Valley memory pains as it was. Now they hurt more. Or maybe the memories can remind me of the privilege we had of growing up carefree (except for Jody and Michelle osterizing me in 5th grade). We were able to ride our bikes all over that valley and never worry. We were able to walk along the creek and build forts. We were able to play hide & go seek in the vineyard among the mustard and climb the oak tree and play kick ball in the front yard (old house) for hours. Traffic, cowboys & Indians, police, house, Primary, Library, Sacrament Mtg(until we got caught)and so many other fun times. Wow. We were very blessed.
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