If I was to pick the theme song of my life it would be, "Taken in , taken in again," by Mike and the Mechanics. Still horribly reeling from the blow to our bank account inflicted by our previous builder, we were again stunned by the latest bid which came in easily $50K over budget..
Are you kidding me? Given that the first guy skedaddled with our deposit how could we possibly iNCREASE our budget for the house? And if that weren't bad enough we just got served with a mechanic's lien from the original architect since the contractor never paid him and he has to make his payroll somehow; so he's come after us for $25 K, due the moment we break ground even though we aren't even using his plans but had the added expense of purchasing a set from another architect. So what does any other wronged and innocent party duped out of $75, 000 do but immediately go out and buy a house?
Don't get me wrong, I love living at Cold Saturday but we can't keep forking out $1, 500 per month rent with no equity in sight. So we found an adorable little stone house about 10 minutes from the farm. It's not in the country and not an ideal location but it does shave 15-30 minutes off my morning commute, plus it has room for me to organize all of my sidesaddles, habits, and appointments. Quite simply, it's just a lovely house.
There's no room for horses but the cats should enjoy it.
And speaking of horses, Owen is laid up with a prolapsing disc that' s affecting his lumbar spine and Beamer is still horribly lame from his never ending abscess. Tomorrow Liz is coming to take radiographs. I'm spending a fortune on lame equines!