Where do I start. (That was a deliberate typo).
My partner Christine and I just finished our sixth house. She and I flip houses in an area surrounding Rockland, Massachusetts. We are good at it. Christine handles almost the entire back-end, handles easily most of the design, and our business, Flip Kids, is almost entirely her labor of love. I do help, a lot, and I have a 50% stake in the partnership. I only detail that to provide some perspective regarding, well, everything - a bit of background and also a well-deserved tip-of-the-hat to my fellow flip kid.
I digress though. The other night we held a small gathering at our completed home at 46 Oak Place in Halifax, Massachusetts. We affectionately call it the Pond House. The home has what is almost certainly the home on the pond with the best frontage and now, the best looking residence on the pond. The body of water is called Crystal Lake, like where horror-icon Jason slaughtered countless you d adults. It’s also called Muddy Pond. It depends on what map you’re looking at. It’s one of the cleanest bodies of water in Massachusetts. It’s spring-fed, private, does not allow motor vehicles, and basically perfect. I will never forgive myself for selling it. My father would probably be proud, but also furious with me for half-owning the waterfront property he regularly ruminated as to the perfect place to make a forever-home.
Again, I digress, (sense a theme…?) There is a pond-tradition to have a dockside trick-or-treat celebration mid-October wherein children in-costume canoe around the pond and visit each dock. It’s charming and Christine and I were excited to take part, as we are committed to take part in the communities in which we work. Things were going well, 10 or so people were in attendance and wholesome fun was being had. Then, as the children, (supervised by adults), began their pond tour, I fell into the frigid pond. There was laughter, embarrassment, myself scurrying away to change clothing and a general sense of drama.
There is way more details that go into what I thought would be a humorous blog post about me falling into a pond. I could write a novella about it. I think how to make this, (sort of), brief and worth viewing I will make the purpose of this post to be showing off some pictures of the house we spent a year of our lives pouring blood, sweat, and tears into.
I’m obligated to thank the fellow carpenters that made this house possible: Steve, Chad, Dave, David, Angel, Jim, Paul, Jamie, Shawn, Jen, and several others; this wouldn’t have been possible without your help and we both are grateful.
Here are some photos of the Pond House. If you’re interested in more photos including progress, before/after, and various details about the last year check our Instagram profile @flpkds.
Thank you and good night.
