China is beating the war drums. Russia is angry that a US armored brigade is training in Poland. Muslims don’t want America great again. Mexicans don’t want to pay for the wall, though they know they will. Afro-American legislators who want to shake down their constituents for more money are scaring them with Trump. The inauguration is at the end of the week.
I’m headed for the mine, even though the place is covered by snow. The one nice thing about being self employed is that you can ask for time off whenever you want to – even though the boss is a jerk.
I have a meeting with the kitchen consultants, because I need to get the kitchen locked in before the architect (who fellow blogger Fredd wants me to fire) can finish the basic floor plan. In addition to the kitchen, there is a general pantry and a butler’s pantry because nobody ever said, “I have enough storage space”. Big Sub Zero fridge, under counter Sub Z freezer for ready items and a chest freezer in the utility room for long term storage and half a steer type stuff. The shack needs to be comfortable for myself and guests. It may be a hovel, but it will be a comfortable hovel. A guy questioned me on the size of the garage. Two garages. 5 car capacity. Why would I want less garage/workshop space than that. I’m working on a design for an out-building greenhouse for fresh herbs, peppers, tomatoes, squash, etc.
The grandkids have suggested that I include an institutional quality soft serve ice cream machine to insure their visits are regular. I’m looking for some antique slot machines and pinball machines to go into the rec. room. I think that I can pick those up in Phoenix. I may draw the line at a pool table and go big on quads and dirt bikes instead. Yes, there will be a tournament quality dart board.
I may ask my oldest daughter, Amanda (left) to help pack, but maybe not quite yet. She has her hands full with three young boys. The advantage of having daughters is that they like to take over and take charge for things like packing and cleaning up.