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Everybody says that if you're really going to build that dream house, at some point you must decide to pull the trigger and live with the consequences of that decision. I think we get it now.
Designing a house is a gas, except for the lowering-of-expectations part, and even that is easy to manage if you're an actual adult. But the creative fun of you and your love's imaginations at work -- clipping, sketching, drawing on memories and researching the latest technologies and design ideas -- caresses your brains and instincts, luring you into the rabbit hole of a process that sometimes ends up with dirt flying and concrete pouring.
At which point it changes into a different -- more terrifying -- process.
"Terrifying?" you ask? In response I refer to the categories of Things You Should Have Thought About But Didn't Actually Think About Until After The Concrete Hardened, and Things You And Your One True Love Have Diametrically Opposite Ideas About.
This is a story of that process. -- Scooter
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This is the most flattering photo of our present digs we have. Not such a bad way to live eight months out of the year once one adapts to the relentless company of insects (dirt daubers). Critters wander up, too, but only the armadillos have been destructive. Oh, and we encourage the larger local snakes -- mostly rat and northern water snakes, thankfully -- to partake of our plentiful and delicious rodent population. These scaly guys are limbless, earless cats with dislocatable jaws as far as we're concerned.
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