The Barnstable County Register of Deeds reports that for Mashpee, average individual property sale values rose 15.7% from July 2004.
The average sale price for property under $1mm in Mashpee was $406,810 in July 2005.
Across the Cape, the average sale price was $393,473, a 9.2% increase from last July.
Changes
It’s too early to know where it’ll end up, but among the year-rounders here, change seems to be an ongoing fact.
More Woes for Mass.
As if the combination of a declining population, an anti-medical research Governor, a horde of screwball judges, and a Legislature dominated by DUI-loving defense lawyers wasn’t enough of a curse:
CNN.com reports that the Boston-Quincy, MA housing market has the highest probability in the US (over 55%) for a decline in prices over the next 2 years.
Everyone Deserves to Have One of These
What a great product…..
Mashpee Night at the Pops
As mentioned in a prior entry, this is THE big summer event for this town, and over 10,000 people turned out for it last night.
The Happy Sound (of Guests Leaving)
Much as I like the nostalgia and charm of those parts of the Cape that are mostly Summer rentals, I’m glad I live in a year-round neighborhood.
Gardener’s Diary
It’s the last day of the Fair, and everyone in the Youth Building was ready for it to be over a long time ago.
Fortunately, we’ve had moderate weather for the latter part of the week, and the people and gardens are the better for it.
Why Offshoring Won’t Work (at least not for everyone)
I’ve been involved in a big development project since the beginning of the year. It’s been, as they say, a process.
My client, a local non-profit, and I are about 2/3 of the way through Phase I, which has involved designing a database and developing a web-based data-entry application. The other major phase, where the rubber meets the road, will be reporting.
It May Never Happen Again…
The hydrangeas in front of my house haven’t bloomed once in the time I’ve been here – until now.
BLC
Years – MANY years – ago, Peter and I spent a summer in the western part of Virginia.
It was at that time I became acquainted with cucumber sandwiches, served at luncheon by a gracious family who, although of modest means, were rich in ancestral land holdings. They were true Southern aristocrats, self-assured enough to offer hospitality with an open heart rather than begrudgingly through clenched teeth.