“I sold that house, there, last week.”
“They’ve already moved in.”
“Oh, yeah, at closing. That’s the one with the tiger wood floor – imported from Brazil, got a good deal on it, nice light / dark stripe running down the board like this sample.”
“Exotic.”
“Now, this house here, we can go inside; it has bamboo flooring first time I’ve used bamboo, not sure I like it as well as the tiger wood.”
“I’ve heard it’s the new thing, a bit more green.”
“Supposed to be, but I don’t know.”
“Wow! This is nice! I do like the light color of the bamboo.”
“Come on upstairs. Four bedrooms and a bonus room up there.”
“I love this cubby over the stairs, I’d put my desk here under the window and use it as a writer’s nook.”
“Everyone that has looked at this house likes that nook. They say immediately, ‘I could put this or that here.’…funny thing, the realtors all said that wouldn’t go over well. The plan had a two story open staircase right here and called for a hanging chandelier, I had the framers change it.”
“You have an architect and a designer?”
“I’m the designer.”
“You take the idea to an architect?”
“I do my own plans.”
Driving through the neighborhood:
“I built that house there, and the one behind it…
Now over here I had to wait to tear down the old rental and then add half a lot which I bought from the lady next door and then subdivide the new lot into two…This cul-de-sac we’re coming up on, I built these 5 houses about 20 years ago, when your dad was up here. He helped me clear the property…
“The lady in that house? That rancher? I didn’t build her house, but, she would vote for me for president if I ran.”
“She really likes you, huh. You get to know her while you were building?”
“She has a nice little lattice work surrounding the patio out there in the backyard, you see? She has an outdoor shower out there and she likes to go out the do her yoga and exercise and meditate in the outdoor shower.”
“Ah, you didn’t put windows in that side of the house you built next door?”
“I went in with two plans. One was a split level, and this one is a cut out where the lower level roof extends about 10 feet further out than the upper level and the upper level has windows in the front and back, but none to the side. No neighbors will ever be able to peep into her backyard.”
Driving through the larger community:
“I built that house… I have a permit out to build on this lot… This lot is planned for 5 houses, had to build a special water vault for that, should have gone for just four houses there… and, I can’t get the excavator to finish his job… remember when the garden used to be here?”
“And the rental? Yes. Did you build both of those?”
Affirmative grunt.
“It must be kind of satisfying to drive around town and see everything you have built, besides stuff you worked on while serving on the planning commission. Do you know how many houses you’ve built?”
“Don’t know. Probably about sixty, I haven’t counted recently.”
“I think we have seen about 12 or 14 today.”
“To tell you the truth, I think I am kind of reluctant to actually sit down and count. It was kind of on that “bucket list” as you call it to build a hundred houses here before I quit and I’m afraid to count because I might fall short.”
“So, if you built 99 houses you fall short and are disappointed? And if you built 101, you have over – reached your goal and have to stop? I don’t think that is the idea of goal sitting and the bucket list.”
I think, in fact, gentle reader, that I am in the presence of a very modest, understated, specimen of the American work ethic and middle age success.
