The Fine Line

(One of many lovely homes near The Biltmore Estate)

At what point do you cross the fine line between “sightseeing” & “stalking”? If you ask my husband it was today while I was running up to people’s lawns to photograph their homes after I did a drive-by or two (OK, sometimes it was 3).

We awoke to a cold, constant downpour this morning so any outdoor activites would have to be called due to weather. It being a Sunday (Palm Sunday at that and yes, Asheville does have several Catholic Churches) many things are closed or open later in the day. We ambled down to breakfast then watched some of the Sunday pundits on T.V. before deciding to head down to the hot tub. Obviously, today was a big check out day and the hallways and lobby were bustling with activity. After simmering in the hot tub for a while we returned to our room to prepare for the day.

We decided to hit the Antique Tobacco Barn. It was located on our side of town & frankly, I am a sucker for junk tonnage. Since it did not open until 1:00 p.m. we decided to pursue another of my favorite activites which is checking out the local real estate. When I was a young kid, my Aunt Nancy would load me into her car and we would take off to Westchester County at night during Christmastime. We would troll the upper crust neighborhoods & peer into the windows of people’s homes to check out their Christmas decorations and home furnishings. I don’t think the term “stalker” was in use then.

Don was attempting to navigate the unfamiliar streets while I was pointing out which houses I liked insisting he check them out. After almost hitting an elderly couple walking their Lhasa Apso, Don told me he would stick to driving instead of sightseeing.

Sweet pink B&B

Gorgeous cottage

This one had an Asian motif

To the right is an old trolley car now repurposed gazebo

Funky trees from blue wine bottles

More wine bottles lining walkway

this is a light lavender color

Well, it’s not really a barn. It’s actually an enormous old tobacco warehouse. It’s one of those long, metal buildings you see in industrial areas but it is chock full of stuff! I made a few purchases including a birthday present for my sister. Sorry Dawn, it may be a little late if I can’t find a local post office.
As we were wandering the aisles, Don stops and picks up an item to show me.

This is the EXACT SAME baseball glove that Don has & has used for the past 38 years. I bought it for him while we were dating and it is still going strong. In fact, it is in much better shape than this one which had a $22 price tag on it. So now I am hysterical laughing because Don’s glove is considered an antique. He is not appreciating me because I am telling him not to stand too still because they will put a price tag on him, too.

It turns out that this movie is a hybrid from the Die Hard genre and Independence Day, except the aliens are from Korea. Preposterous (I hope) but thoroughly entertaining, if your idea of a good time is lots of bullets & explosions. (Remember, I have 4 sons) At the conclusion of this film, Don decides he is in the mood for Japanese food (coincidence? I think not) so we seek out the local hibachi steak house. No exciting eats there, if you’ve been to one you’ve been to them all. Then, it’s back to the hotel for another round in the hot tub.

Follow