The statute of limitations on this post has expired!
Note the date: This post was originally published in 2004 and is kept here largely for archival purposes. Anything older than three years may contain ideas and opinions for which such a gap of time has likely reshaped, altered, softened, re-jigged, or otherwise changed those ideas and opinions to a state incongruent with my current existence.
It had been about eight or nine days since we visited the lot slash neighborhood slash showhome slash builder, so we dropped by on Saturday for a push-things-along visit.
Progress is fleeting, though only from our anxious perspective.
Apparently much is going on behind the scenes. Our blueprints are complete and in transit to the showhome, those last few papers are being polished for our signature and the staple for our big cheque, and the last few dabs of color, wood, and light are being orchestrated in the fragments of conceptual imagination.
Things are coming together. Then what? This week we sign. Next week they approve, and then soon, ideas start to become reality: stakes will be planted, holes will be dug, forms will be built, concrete will be poured — and most certainly photos will be snapped.
I just thought you might like to know.