We fled to Waupaca for Labor Day weekend. Fran asked for my help to put windows into his shed/cabin in the woods. I loyally assisted for a short time, then blended into the background and sucked on a few early afternoon bottles of Heineken. Fran momentarily downed tools to refresh his liver. He said to me "this is how a carpenter opens a beer" and with swan-like grace used a claw hammer to pop off the cap. A true joy to watch the man work.
I rambled through his woods, envisioning owning my own land someday on which I could build a dream home, perhaps constructed entirely from Titanium or other exotic alloys, or perhaps not. These fleeting thoughts of rural living are more grounded than one would think. A mere $130,000 will net a man a five bedroom house with a barn (LINK) and other outbuildings on a 20 acre site.
Ooo, a comments section...There is no fence that can hold a man's desire for some land...Bugger all as far as the eye can see. You certainly could do worse (only $130,000 wouldn't buy you a garage in San Francisco).
ReplyDeleteAnd it wouldn't buy you a jacks in Ballyfermot either!
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you back in the saddle. I'm looking forward to sullying your fine pages with crass opinion and vulgar obscentities.
ReplyDeleteAs regards house prices, my sister is after buying a two-bedroom apartment in Greystones for €350k, or about 450,000 of your yankee dollars. Suck on that.