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Today’s HOT LIST Link ( click the pretty blue link below to see today’s picks ):
$10,900,000
6480 E ARROYO VERDE DR, Paradise Valley, AZ
“Swimming Pool+Spa, Vegetable garden, Citrus grove, Home Theater, Wine Cellar”
Did someone say Vegetable Garden!?! If you’ve been to Whole Foods lately you’ll recognize the goldmine potential here. Welcome to one of the largest estates in Paradise Valley, the type of place where you’d expect to find Linda Evans knocking Joan Collins over a buffet table with a spent bottle of Dom Perignon. That special manor where extravagance and guilt compete for your attention. Where midnight snack runs are catered events. The garbage bags are Louis Vuitton, the bidet uses Perrier, the type of place where you can get burglarized and not notice it for weeks.
Nine Bedrooms, Ten Bathrooms (a previous bath count was 13), Indoor basketball court, outdoor tennis courts, and an indoor wine court…”court”, because everyone will be judging the wines served in this joint. Three kitchens, so your aspiring vegetable garden can strut its healthy harvests with fresh carrot cake, strawberry shortcake, and pumpkin pies! It’s a vegan lifestyle! Lettuce discuss how to find your inner peas. I love it from my head tomatoes! Ah, vegetable puns, they can’t be beet!
You can spy the U-shaped veggie patch in the satellite photos, southwest corner, behind the vegetable picker bunkhouse. That garden is larger than most backyards. The plants growing there are so enormous we can see them from outer space. Unless you plan to go full Moby and live grazed and confused, there’s going to be excess green energy spurting out of the backyard veggie wells. Solution? The best thing about fresh vegetables is you can feed them to pigs, who then convert those nasty plants into pure bacon! Yes, we just traveled three paragraphs to arrive at bacon.
Thank you for attending my Ted Talk.
$450,000
1800 W Elm ST, Phoenix, AZ
“With one foot in this century and one foot in the last”
You put your left foot in, you put your left foot out. You put your left foot in and you shake it all about. We babysat a two year old all weekend. Sorry. I can’t shake it. The songs will not leave the brain cavity. I’m not saying Mickey’s Clubhouse on repeat causes PTSD, I am literally experiencing it. That’s what it’s all about!
Welcome to Elm Street, the street of dreams! (minus the boiler room murdering burn ward psychopath with the stainless steel manicure). This stretch of Elm Street, sandwiched between 19th and 17th Avenues, is a Norman Rockwell Saturday Evening Post cover page locked in time. Two blocks of deep irrigated lots, with long driveways, mature trees, and a halcyon glimpse into yesteryear. This home makes the Hot List today because there only 17 homes in the entire world that reside on this glorious street. It’s a rarity that deserves attention.
This old bat was recently renovated, it’s a Flip, and that’s going to give someone a tremendous start at what should be a forever home property. This is a hidden gem street, the kind you turn down and suddenly find yourself immersed in a simpler time. You imagine riding in a slab side Buick, watching kids play on front yard swings while fathers mow the lush lawn, pipe in mouth. Mother in her apron and pearls, calling them in for dinner. Not a care in the world other than Hitler taking over Europe, Japan attacking the U.S. mainland, and all the neighborhood kids coming back from the war in one piece. Ah, those were the days!
Didn’t need no welfare state,
Everybody pulled his weight.
Gee our old LaSalle ran great.
Those were the days!
$1,350,000
2280 E WALKER RD, Prescott, AZ
“PRIVATE BRIDGE AND GATE FOR ENTRY”
Hot oil vats and archers sold separately. We have to point out that this Listing is mapped incorrectly by a good ten miles. If you are looking to see a satellite photo of this home, look for “Hassayampa Lake” on Google maps. There are only four homes on this lake, this is the westernmost home, 200 ft NW from the pictured dock.
Want to get away?
This is peaceful living, in nature, with all the modern amenities, but without any of the Grizzly Adams survivalist endeavors being necessary to live well. We should mention there is no boating on the lake and there are no fish. It’s On Golden Pond living without the boating accidents. This is liquid scenery. This is also the only Private Lake in the Bradshaws. Prescott is a 30 minute drive down the winding reach of Senator Highway. If you’re ready to go full Henry David Thoreau on life, wall to wall Walden, this is the comfortable version.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” ~ Thoreau
Peace
Side story: So we had this two year old girl, Aniya, running our house for two days. Yesterday during football, she is drinking a glass of milk, in a plastic cup for my protection, in the middle of the family room. With two sips left in the cup she stops sipping. She then extends the cup towards me, hovering it over a cow hide covered ottoman, expensive piece, and she begins to tip the cup forward. My wife and I scream out “NO!!!”. She stops, brings the cup back to level.
…and that’s when Satan arrived. Aniya looks at me. Looks at Denise. Looks at the ottoman. There is a series of calculations occurring inside that cute little noggin, streams of numbers and outcomes raining across her cerebral cortex, and the next glance up…our eyes locked, and her grin foretold precisely what was about to occur. SPLASH!!! She just poured the dairy contents onto the ottoman for no other reason than to see what happens next. What happened next was sudden, and brutal, as she was sent to her room for a two hour seance with the sound of silence. Meet grief kid. We’re not pushovers. Fence test successful.
My own daughters are grown adults. It’s been two decades since I last experienced a two year old. That moment, when her wee brain’s decision wheel of fortune landed on “Do it!”…man…that’s the good stuff. That’s the human spirit pushing the envelope just to see how hard it pushes back. That’s our greatness. Rule breaking is built in. A feature not a bug. Encourage it….ya know, but punish it as needed. The irony of milk landing on cowhide was not lost.
Go get Mondayed.
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