Pool House Chronicles III

Future site of les jardins.  Hopefully.

I officially own the pool house on Schoolhouse.  I am officially burdened by multiple required improvements before it can be a viable source of income.  But I now have my own personal refuge from the world, from concrete and noise and the people that put more thought into their wardrobe and hair color than they do into anything else.  I have acres of land in which to plant whatever I desire, and seemingly miles of deer fence to install. 

I am grateful and ecstatic in anticipation of seeing my girlfriends in Iowa this weekend, and tearful over the reality that these precious opportunities will be less and less as I prepare to sell our home in Ida Grove. 

I've had way too much to eat and drink at Food Studio tonight.

I can't get enough of this.

Tristan had his first guitar lesson this week, with a woman who is also apparently really into cheese.  I am almost paralyzed by confusion and glee when I think about it..  a nice respite from the feeling of being crushed by the weight of responsibility and uncertainty. 

Things are alive under that ice.