One day her kids came over, all twelve or twenty of them and they were all well behaved and such warm children. Many were able to be in one same room and getting use to the atmosphere. Many would be in the art room and some int he Computer room looking for musical instruments on E-bay to buy for the band and perhaps recording studio down in the garage/basement.
     One day there came a man selling Fiji water on a special of the month. The town seemed so quiet and empty during the summer that only the pools and water parks were open along with the Culbertson's supermarkets. I mean quality of Houses must be a couple of miles as if it was a great big College. Or should we think about silly tall hotels with having to find other quality of living close to nothing.
     The old lady would nap for days and her kids and grandchildren would not interrupt her but take care of the ball in the glass ballerina room, nest to the indoor pool. Large miles of the same family.
Same House of the Single mom and her kids, A grand ball house for the single dad. Perhaps his many girl's , Sure a mommy and artist can to. There's a lady on the computer that writes funny stories, I would like to meet her. 
     The children at school would tell their friend's that they would pray for their grama could get younger instead of older so she can still bat some baseball's and perhaps get a strong man  as a robot. :D I am sure he can get her out of bed to shower. Funny the stories those summo wrestler's tell when they tell stories of the year of the monkey and the Lotto that was one in Palm-dale that would move many to Europe and provide general Saves assistance as well as acquaint them in housing of their liking. An allowance or budget in every store for necessity of candles and bubble bath or beef and rice as well as coffee, etc. Now I know why Michael J. Fox shook so much. (Tired)

     The little old lady that lived in the shoe found a big house with seven distinctive rooms, Yeahhh!
I forgot what I was going to write after noticing how a nice looking man well built and a gorgeous smile had a little chiguagua for a pet, (What?!)LoL, the lovely view; I couldn't resist it,  but to walk out of the room before something awakens and begins to live again. Something about a man with a truck. (sighs) Silly men, don't you know trucks are for girls?
Wasting my time? I wonder if it's really time well wasted after experiencing it all in slow motion. 
     It starts with a smile and a conversation, about what? (IDK) Someone has to overcome the shyness, a conversation that perhaps made me want to finish your sentence as you might me wanting to add to my stories :D 
     So....(Pause) are you here with someone, (he asks)?
I said, "sure but I wouldn't mind leaving with you" :D Then the nerves and the feeling that got my hands sweating and nerves more in a bunch. I loved that smile, it began to the right. Little details that are memorable for a bit in my mind. 
     The little old lady became young again and that is why she needed space to find her self again and what better place than in a house with seven distinctive rooms? 
The first room she would end her days, was her bedroom, her sheets and comforter as white as snow, many pillows as decor but by the end of the day only two would remain. A shower before bed was like' a religious routine for the little old lady, because she thought if she never woke up she knew she would die a clean lady.
     Her favorite second room was the art room, where she had paints of all colors, much canvas and rolls of lasting paper. Different sets of brushes ,because a good artist knows there must be different size brushes for different projects. The art room also had a sewing machine and color thread for her creative days that made her want to stay away from her paints.
Fabric stored away in the closet for those perfect times of wanting to create something outstanding or attach an old fabric into a new design.
     The third room consisted of gym equipment of course, built in sauna and steam room. Surround sound all around and a giant screen television where the vision of a waterfall would sound on those days where country music was sounding too loud for even the cows.
The fourth room would be enormous high ceilings, details on the moldings and finishes , soft comfortable reading chairs ,a couch and an office desk. All around would be the collection of books and audio tapes, an antique record cassette player and a small coffee bar area. The book collection would have a unique ladder that would move around the room in order to come across any particular subject or simply touch basis back with history.
     The fifth room the little old lady had was somewhat of a writing room with great windows and views that were breath taking and gave her so many thoughts that needed to be documented. A typewriter, Computer, paper and lots of pens. Empty journals; in addition with the one's that were already written on. Only a chair with art pieces on the wall and some of her favorite quotes.
     The sixth room was her kitchen, were she loved to cook and bake her cakes. Top of the line appliances and glass door cabinets.
Breakfast nook with comfortable soft seating for those days that her tuchie was feeling not so pretty.
     The seventh room was her guest room, besides the living room, and dinning area. Her guest room had it's own charm. Own master bathroom with Jacuzzi tub and large stand in shower. A room where the moon shined at night so bright and during the day the sun kept away.
     Why seven particular rooms, the lady thought and didn't know why. How much time was spent on each room per day was a mystery for some, so she had a log where she would note down the time spent in every room each day.