Well, That Went Over Like a Lead Balloon

By lex, on November 23rd, 2008

Broke the news to the Kat that your correspondent was heading to Texas next weekend for to discuss a potentially lucrative opportunity. Resettlement involved of course, but a day’s work for a day’s pay, summat to call my own and none of your confiscatory taxation. Intimated that there might be horseflesh in it for her, not to mention a severe reduction in the amount of paternal angst seeping through the floorboards. What with the crushing burden of debt, and that.

And acreage. I did not neglect to mention the acreage. Asked if she’d like to join me, just to have a look around. See for herself. Make an informed decision.

Her response?

Drama ain’t in it. It was Rachel and the innocents, like. Positively retched.

In consequence of which we spent the afternoon driving around Carmel Valley looking for more “affordable” housing, just for the due diligence that was in it.

Which is quite possibly the most depressing thing I’ve done since I can’t quite remember. Anything coastwise being unlivable. Anything landward being inaccessible.

Somebody pour me a drink.

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