Having the financial wisdom of an eight year old girl, and the intelligence of a small frog - kabuki has indeed bought the 1970s disco love palace referenced in last weeks blog. Had to had to had to. Kick myself later, but it answered so many unanswered questions. It is Unit 33 - my favorite number. It has a view of the mountains from the master bedroom - kabuki wanted to see some mountains. Abuts the duck pond - kabuki wanted to overlook a pond. Gold veined mirrored dining room wall - well that is just gravy. Speaking to a lady friend of mine, as we both sat in the bubbling spa of wonderfullness, kabuki remarked that unit 33 cried out for a mirror ball. 'Oh really, I have one in the trunk of my car' kabukis' friend intoned. 'WHAT!! Give that to kabuki immediately' kabuki pleaded. "I was taking it to the thrift store' kabukis' lady friend responded, 'it is all yours'. joy. Shortly after arriving at my important decision (kabuki really dislikes moving) kabuki noticed that the landscapers planted several trees just at the edge of what will be my new front yard. They are mimosa trees, and they were a favorite of my dear departed mother. A sign from above? kabuki is quite perplexed. Is the universe giving kabuki signs both left and right? Signs that this is a brilliantly timed real estate acquisition, undoubtedly leading kabuki to eternal bliss. Or is the netherworld executing a multi-layered extremely detailed plan leading to kabukis' utter destruction and madness? Let us find out together. kabuki is committed to ride this train all the way to the end. Life can be so exciting when you fling yourself wildly about, looking somewhat like a goldfish on a hot sidewalk. Wagons ho say kabuki, so feel free to add words of encouragement and support.