Well it is Thursday once again and I have another random thought/feeling whatever roaming around in my brain this week.

Every day when I drive down the road I see a cute little house. Yes, it is cute and yes, it is little. It probably has one or two bedrooms and is white with azure trim. When it was built a separate pad was poured on the side for a future addition, I assume. I thought, what a great starter home. However, rather than start it must have ended.

I know times are tough, especially in our area, but this house was built several years ago during the boom years. It has been up for sale several times but obviously there were no takers. There is a car parked in the driveway. The grass is only cut when the county posts a notice on the door. To me that is so sad.

Over the past few years I make up a story as I drive down the road. One is that the owner died soon after building and that the family is trying to settle the estate. Another is that there was a divorce and each party wants their share.

No matter what the story, I still feel a sadness when I pass the place. Each time I keep hoping that I will see someone living there. Somehow there is something sad about a home that nobody wants. But, when you get right down to it, it is only a house. It will be a home when somebody moves in and gives it life.