After calculating a ugly amount of taxes yesterday morning, I let myself feel virtuous in staying inside with my favorite pastimes of making messes and fantasy real estate shopping. Cabin fever for me is more like March Madness. It does not make me sick.
An accompaniment to my fantasy real estate shopping is brainstorming about how I could eke a living if I returned to the woods of Northern Michigan. I am now hot on opening the smallest scale bed and breakfast. Excerpt from a listing for a rather suitable property:
Main BR has southern exposure, fireplace, an alcove & walk-in closet. Third BR across hall has a sitting room w/separate entrance that could be used as fifth BR. The upstairs has a large Cedar lined linen closet, separate back entrance & stairway to servants quarters w/attic. Attic has a lot of potential. Theres a special tower room on the 3rd flr w/spectacular view!
Even with occupancy just 8 nights a month I think I could have enough work to keep me busy, enough money to not be depressed, and enough time to tend to a garden. I would make scones and tea so good. Pasties too.
Tags: oh brother, saving my beans
