Chapter Eight

There is the mindbending mathematical fact that continuously halving the distance between Point A and Point B results in your never reaching Point B -- which is something I always tried to keep in mind while sliding sidewards in heavy traffic on black ice on Rte. 89.

The concept seems more believable when applied to our moving into our house in Asheville. Originally it was three months out, then it became a series of one more months, then just a matter of weeks. The response to yesterday's question about when we'd receive our Certificate of Occupancy was "Monday or so" which roughly translates to: Certainly not Monday.

We'll see. Glad for gardens to walk in.

And the Certificate of Occupancy doesn't mean the house is complete but only that we can move into it.