Nifty Corner Solution Instead Of A Lazy Susan

When I saw this corner solution, I wanted it for my new kitchen design. Not very fond of the lazy susan because everything you pile on it eventually falls down, I looked for some different idea and found this nifty design. What do you think?

Open House on 1647 Grant Road in Mountain View

It is still time to put this beautiful town-house on your wishlist for Santa and celebrate New Year's Eve in your new home. Come on down to our open house in Mountain View on Saturday, December 13 and Sunday, December 14, 1 - 4 PM both days.
You know what you want, and I have the local real estate knowledge to help you getting it. Let's meet!

This Month In Real Estate, December 2014 - Santa Clara South County Edition

Your favorite number cruncher at work again, this time with the latest South County real estate statistics:

While the median home price in Santa Clara County went down 2% compared to last month, we see another increase of 6% in the South County compared to last month which makes November the month with the highest median home sales price in the South County in the year 2014 according to today's MLS data.

The number of home sales however is down county-wide and in the South County.

Mortgage rates are still very low and attractive for home buyers.

Creative Ways To Photograph Your Christmas Lights

I found some very creative tips how to photograph your Christmas lights. Any camera will do, and you don't have to be a professional photographer to produce these stunning tree pictures with silhouette or let your lights twinkle, and Fluffy look sharp in front of a Christmas Light Bokeh background. Just try and explore your unlimited creativity.

Poem of a Real Estate Developer in New York

 Did you know that Clement Clarke Moore was a real estate developer? There is some creative talent among us real estate folks, I can tell you:

A Visit from St. Nicholas

By Clement Clarke Moore
 

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; 

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, 

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. 

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer, 

 

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: 

 

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

 

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too— 

 

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

 

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack

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His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; 

 

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. 

 

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; 

 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; 

 

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

 A Brief Note about the Author and the Poem Clement Clarke Moore's famous poem, which he named "A Visit From St. Nicholas," was published for the first time on December 23, 1823 by a New York newspaper, the Sentinel. Since then, the poem has been reprinted, translated into innumerable languages and circulated throughout the world.

Clement Clarke Moore was born in 1779 to a well-known New York family. His father, Reverend Benjamin Moore, was president of (what is now) Columbia University and was the Episcopal Bishop of New York.

Moore's father also participated in George Washington's first inauguration and gave last rites to Alexander Hamilton after Hamilton was mortally wounded in an 1804 duel with Aaron Burr. Moore himself was an author, a noted Hebrew scholar, spoke five languages, and was an early real-estate owner and developer in Manhattan.