pgray007
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It started simply enough in late 2011:
Wife: "I think we should build a bigger house."
Me: "Me too... But it needs to have a detached garage that's all mine."
Wife: "Ummm... OK."
Baby #2 was on the horizon, and the house we'd bought, our first, was getting a bit small. With a growing family comes an ever-increasing number of strollers, bikes, and child-related accoutrements, which were gradually taking over my workshop area, hence my desire for a separate space that I could call my own.
We loved our neighborhood, and decided to become one of those odd ducks that moves within the neighborhood all of a half mile down the road (there's a lot of them around here). There was a new section opening where they'd cleared the trees, but not yet marked out the lots, so I was able to scope out the ideal location for our "dream house" on a cul de sac that would leave enough room for the man cave, and we got the builder we wanted to work some magic with the developer and "pre-reserve" the lot.
We were off to the races!
Note added October 2017: In an attempt to recover from the Photof---et fiasco this summer I've moved all the pics to dropbox. Some were lost along the way, so I've tried to replace them with others that might be slightly out of sequence but ultimately show what I was trying to explain.
Wife: "I think we should build a bigger house."
Me: "Me too... But it needs to have a detached garage that's all mine."
Wife: "Ummm... OK."
Baby #2 was on the horizon, and the house we'd bought, our first, was getting a bit small. With a growing family comes an ever-increasing number of strollers, bikes, and child-related accoutrements, which were gradually taking over my workshop area, hence my desire for a separate space that I could call my own.
We loved our neighborhood, and decided to become one of those odd ducks that moves within the neighborhood all of a half mile down the road (there's a lot of them around here). There was a new section opening where they'd cleared the trees, but not yet marked out the lots, so I was able to scope out the ideal location for our "dream house" on a cul de sac that would leave enough room for the man cave, and we got the builder we wanted to work some magic with the developer and "pre-reserve" the lot.
We were off to the races!
Note added October 2017: In an attempt to recover from the Photof---et fiasco this summer I've moved all the pics to dropbox. Some were lost along the way, so I've tried to replace them with others that might be slightly out of sequence but ultimately show what I was trying to explain.
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adventures in electrical right around the corner.
Later this fall I want to re-do my pain cave, last year I was riding in the basement in a sea of moving boxes with my laptop on one of them. This year I am definitely upgrading the space in the basement, or moving my trainer to the new shop I just built.






