Money pits

What is it about breath taking scenery and money pits that go together?

Maybe it is black magic, or a curse put on unsuspecting folks that draws them to buy old houses in gorgeous places knowing they will have to "fix them up a bit."

After meeting the never ending leaks, the crooked stile that didn't need a crooked man to manifest, the odd little smells and the waters that flow from nowhere, life gets real.

Money pits tend to look like there are a lot of little things wrong, but this is just a guise that hides the domino curse that lies panting behind tiny cracks in the wall and creaking floors.

Once that deed is signed, sealed and delivered, the dark forces reach out to flick the first domino.

And the ride begins! Roofs are replaced, one, two, three, four, or more times. Sewers are routed with longer and longer routers. Ceilings sag like the elderly bodies they are. Bathroom walls develop an eczema no doctor could ever hope to cure. Foundations develop cricks in their backs that simply move over and realign themselves after being jacked up and repaired.

No one can defeat the most accomplished money pits. What was not original sin finds it way in through years of self sacrifice and dedicated desiccation.