This Ole House

I wonder if I should change the name of my blog to “Mitchell is NOT Moving.” We haven’t moved house for three whole years. And now that home improvements are nearly done, we’re not planning to move for a very long time. We actually discussed that before we went ahead with the renovations.

But, as part of a very busy week, I spent several hours in Málaga Wednesday. I took the train in to escort (by taxi) a friend home from the hospital. Nothing serious. She said it was something to do with a vein in her leg. I’m sure she really had a boob job (no, I’m not). But she goes topless at the beach, so I’ll know for sure this summer. (She had them wrap one leg in bandages and she limped just to throw me off the scent.)

ANYWAY… On my nearly 30-minute walk from the train station to the hospital, I passed through a part of Málaga I had never seen before. It’s coming back to life from the “crisis” a bit more slowly than the touristy parts of town (but it’s coming back).

Early in the walk, I saw an old derelict house just perfect for the loving hands of these two old derelicts (San Geraldo and yours truly). Closer to the hospital, I passed another fixer-upper I liked even more. But, I took a stroll around the neighborhood again while I waited and found the ideal fixer-upper. It’s a good thing we agreed to stay put.

(Click any image to see how much there is to be done.)


Ain’t got time to fix the shingles. Ain’t got time to fix the floor.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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