<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Housesit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/housesit/</link><description>Recent content in Housesit on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 20:13:47 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/housesit/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Compliance</title><link>/stories/2019/06/18/compliance/</link><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2019 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2019/06/18/compliance/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compliance.- house of the future turns into a nightmare&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Debbie could not believe her luck. House sitting a four bedroom cottage on a acre of land surrounded by trees. A small little lake in the back along with a pool. Dr. Marcus Granger and his wife where going to vacation in Europe. The entire summer. She was a freshman at the local college and wanted to find a summer job and maybe find a roommate. It was a notice on the help wanted ads at school she found that led her to this small piece of heaven. Not having a car. They sent a ride sharing vehicle.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>The Old House</title><link>/stories/2017/03/01/the-old-house/</link><pubDate>Wed, 01 Mar 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/03/01/the-old-house/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I push open the heavy front door with some effort&amp;hellip; the hinges hadn&amp;rsquo;t been oiled for a while and the door had little use for the last year. Once in the front the hall, I dropped my bags and pushed door shut, I&amp;rsquo;d finish unloading the car later. The hall was clean, with just a little dust and you could see a few patches on the walls where furniture and pictures had been. It was a large old house, on expansive grounds, well back for the road. It had been owned by the parents of my friends, Jennifer, who had passed away the year before. Jennifer was travelling overseas and I had volunteered to help with the house, making sure the few remaining items of furniture were picked up and removed and the house was clean and ready for sale.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Embedded</title><link>/stories/1/01/01/embedded/</link><pubDate>Mon, 01 Jan 0001 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/1/01/01/embedded/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Embed (verb) - To surround tightly or firmly; to envelop or enclose; to incorporate or contain; to fix into a surrounding mass&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The sight of the tall gangly youth, loitering beneath the streetlight on the opposite side of the road, slightly unnerved Lisa as she hurried towards her destination. It may have only been her imagination, but she was certain that his eyes followed her; watching intently, eyeing her up even. Thank goodness she was nearly at the address she was looking for.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>