This time round, the foul language isn’t related to excitement. This time round, there’s a problem.  It might be time for me to admit I sport a potty mouth regardless of the situation.

The people who owned this land many, many years ago upgraded the natural spring by building a lovely rock wall around its edge and lining the bottom with cement.  It’s my understanding they did these things intending to build a Frank Lloyd Wright-style home with the pond as a prominent feature in the living room. We are not that adventurous (nor is there enough money in the budget for that sort of undertaking).

I can’t help but think those long-ago owners might be guiding this project from above since the original survey, done shortly before we purchased the land, is off. You’d think the measurements on a survey would be precise. You’d be wrong.  As things stand at this very moment, the dining room and kitchen are practically in the spring. The odd shape of this land, coupled with the restrictive city easements mean we have very little wiggle room in placing this home on this little spot of earth. The mis-measurement of the survey is a #@%&ing big deal.

(Survey)

Far from cursing, the architect for this project is really happy. He believes this is a fortuitous accident that will allow us to create something spectacular.  Spectacular + checkbook = high blood pressure and a lot more profanity.

(That’s the corner of the kitchen, right there.)

Check back in next week to see what the architect presents as a fix to this dilemma. Just prepare yourself for some salty language.

(In case you’re interested, the other side of the house is perfectly fine – including the  beloved port-a-potty.)