Downsize and profit
Rise early. Make coffee. Sit and look at the numbers. Sigh. Repeat, ad nauseum. Face it, a few hundred thousand dollars extra would be dandy.
Realists, we took the other path, more traveled. We are now into a second round of planning, with some compromises. As a visiting friend from the city, well versed in this wishing process, suggested during a mid-morning social call: we don’t need more space to collect stuff. The kids are gone. How many rooms can two people mess up, even with that 2nd Law of whatever to push from all directions.
The family draftsperson got the mouse and software into motion and came up with a new floor plan. Duly submitted, we will meet early tomorrow to see if the numbers agree with reality.
Ditto for a late afternoon visit to the “water furnace man”. Yes, we can get all trimode and break the bank, or accept to wear slippers for prolonged sessions in a basement. That will be me, by the way. Seriously, the rough estimate increased 150% over a year ago! That hurts!
Not much else going on in the world. My horizon is a comfortable 10 km away; since I can’t walk on water, that figure remains rooted in Mathematica. In the other direction some tall trees mean that the horizon is really too close for comfort.
We’ve developed a curious synergy with a waitress at our frequent supper spot, involving second language. For the life of me, I don’t know how it started, but now ordering a meal involves grammar and vocabulary…
