September 8, 2007

  • A Workship!  Er. . . Workshop!

    We recently put a bid on a house here in Texas.  It’s a bit more square footage than I would have liked, which just means more to vacuum.  And the yard is over an acre, which means “riding lawn mower.”  It has too many skylights, which means “hail damage.”  We’ll have to maintain the well which waters the yard, and that will cost a whole $20 a month.  And yeah, interest rates aren’t so hot, at 6.37%.

    But I don’t care.  It’s all worth it.  Because of this:


    Space.  A whole fricking covered area of space.

    This old RV parking lot is so big, I could fit my old house under it, and still have room to spare.  Lots of good ventilation, and dry, dry weather.  What more could a gal ask for?  Now it’s time to find a good table saw. . . .

    If it isn’t absolutely plain, I love Texas!