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This must be a slow news day. Every news network in the world I think has rushed at least one reporter to London to give us a puke-by-puke account of how Kate Middleton's pregnancy is going. This is just the classic definition of Too Much Information. I actually feel kinda guilty for not caring. Maybe I'll send her one of those big, shiny helium balloons in a few months, how's that?
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I recently read an article in the paper about a couple in North Carolina who decided their big 3,000+ sq ft home was more trouble than it was worth. They downsized "to one that is half that size, cutting their property taxes in half and their aggravation even more." Been there, done that.
I think I'm more appreciative of not having all the responsibilities a big house comes with than K is. When we met / married K called my house "a mansion". Hardly, but comparatively speaking to her it may have been. All I saw was a lawn that needed maintaining, never ending painting, fixing, updating, etc. Every storm brought with it a fear of having to possibly deal with insurance adjusters and tree trimmers. (I damn sure wasn't climbing up there!)
After renting for four years now the idea of building a small house, very small, is slowing creeping back into my mind. But instead of thinking up all the "things" I could build in, I think about how bullet-proof I could make it, up to and including using those lifetime light bulbs.
This would work
Or maybe even something more whimsical
The big problem is finding a city that would allow me to build such a small house. Around here they're all still hung up on zoning for BIG houses. That leaves building out in the country where they have no zoning restrictions, which has NO appeal to me at all. I like being a 5-minute-drive away from everything I could possibly want. I'd actually prefer to be a 5-minute walk away. I wish the rest of my area would catch up with me and those folks in North Carolina.
S
