If wishes were houses...
In the afternoon, Mishti and I visited the new home of our friends. With its imposing rooms, understated elegance and hidden features, as well as a fully furnished basement, it was a veritable mansion. I have admired many a house before, but this one left me gobsmacked. If other houses are bread, then this one is garlic bread. When S later told me on chat “glad that you liked our home as much as we do,” my response was “a tad more.” I sang paeans about it and told another friend “They even have a dumb waiter at their disposal (no, that’s not me) ...” If a house could “dress to impress” this one would be a fashionista. Sprawling over an expansive area in a leafy neighborhood, its large backyard, inviting patio and comfy deck beckoned to us. 1 sunroom, 2 Jacuzzis (1 indoor and 1 outdoor), 3 garages (with their Porsche parked inside), 6 bathrooms, and multiple walk-in closets later, we were lost for words. Its hidden features include a trash compactor, a dumbwaiter (small elevator used