Using stories to teach behavior hinges heavily on which stories are told.
I came home the other night (and the camp now feels as much like "home" as anywhere else), to find a bulldozer sitting on my front yard.
Progress! Site work was slated to begin the next day.
But after perfect weather for a week -- 72 and sunny, breezy, perfect weather for either working outside or sitting at Two Goats drinking beers -- it started to rain. And of course, it started to rain on the day excavation work was supposed to begin.
I write about energy infrastructure all the time, and delays and cost-overruns are more the norm than the exception. So I suppose there's no reason to think my own project, with its minor set of permits and contractors and budget, would be any different. But the weather is set to clear up in a few days, and site work should be done by the end of the week.
That said, if you've never seen The Money Pit ...
So yeah, two weeks ... Who knows. I'm trying to schedule delivery of the cabin as soon as possible. Woodtex came out and looked at the site and said everything looked pretty straightforward, so here's hoping. ...
My neighbor walked over last weekend. "You put your mailbox on the wrong side of the street," he said. I asked him how he knew, and he said "because I deliver the mail." Fair enough.