In this old house there is nothing I lack but I feel it’s time for a shack in the back. A smaller, smarter space would need less work, less care, less coin, indeed.

Though obviously past its prime – like me – this, century old house, you would agree has lots of space for more than one. But for one or some, work needs be done. Needs muscle and coin, not just a few, for upkeep, services, taxes too.

Shack cost went up since first discussed, interest rates too, so lots of fuss but I want to go on; I’ll try not to fret about the necessary depth of the debt. Frugality I’ve known before; on many a test, I reached high scores.

"Just sell your house" of course, I’m told "and buy a condo" with the gold. Can’t follow the friends that took that route; this house still serves without a doubt for parties, houseguests, gatherings, and, for musicians who play in Jamie’s band. I have affection for this place for memories, as well as its aged grace.

And I love the land, the soil, mud. (perhaps a hint of Midwestern blood) with playground, patio, bushes, trees, flowers, birds, butterflies, bees.

To buy a house in this dear city damned hard right now and that’s a pity. So one more reason to save the farm and it’s ok to build a barn. contract – signed