The Daydream, Again

We went for a pleasant walk this evening, the three of us, through a neighboring development -- the daughter on a scooter, the two of us alternately pulling ahead and waiting or walking quickly to catch up. Its not that we don't trust her to cross the street by herself; its that we don't trust her enthusiasms, which might lead her to dart out. Any parent knows the feeling, I suspect.

The air was a bit chilly, so I had a sweatshirt with the company logo on it, and a pair of jeans. As is her wont, my wife was dressed a bit more warmly. The daughter, halfway through, shrugged off her hooded sweatshirt and tied it around her waist and wore just a light Tshirt. Later, when she complained of being cold, my wife made the obvious and reasonable suggestion, and after a little bit more grumping, she did -- her change of mood facilitated by seeing a man walking a chocolate-and-white beagle.

We passed two or three available lots in the development. We were a bit surprised to see them, as the development has been there for a while. There were no obvious problems with them, not that we would notice anything more apparent than a heap of burning tires in the field or a high-tension powerline cutting through the lot, so when we got back, I went to the realtors site and poked around. I was not surprised to find that according to the realtor NOW is the time to buy, and that they have an EXCELLENT selection of houses. They offered house plans, too, none of which excited me in the least.

Still, the thought does linger. Came home and updated The Spreadsheet. Up to about 13o items now. Kind of wonder how many will ever make it into an actual house...and how many substantial I can't believe I never thought about THAT items aren't in there.