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I'll tell you exactly why the future of entrepreneurship is the home-based outsourced tech-heavy service business: you don't have to re-zone your couch.
So far, our first site was scooped by a major car company after we spent hundreds to get the zoning variance in City A (mere days before we were to sign the lease). We scrapped the second site in City B when the re-zoning was estimated at nearly a grand, at least six weeks, and a 50% chance of success at best. We're not putting an incinerator next to a playground, here. We're putting a gathering, retail and recreation business that peaks in the evening and weekends into a tech/light industrial office park setting.
So we're back to looking in City A, which is honestly a better map and market location anyway. It's just a pisser to still be mired in site selection when we've been funded for weeks and been on the verge of one lease or another for twice that long.
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Both the rents are in the hospital--mom had a stricture in her gut which they removed and replumbed around, while dad had a double bypass. Different hospitals, of course. Mom should come home next week, dad should follow the week after. Mom's hanging in there, slow and steady healing, and dad's doing his usual miracle-recovery after major surgery. Luckily, Mr. F had mainly healed from his wisdom tooth removal before this all hit, so it's been busy and crazy and worrisome, but handle-able.
My jaw clenching had aggravated my own lower wisdom tooth, which Mr. F insisted I have looked at. It's not really 'misery loves company', he's been insisting for years every time it grumbles, but this time he won and I went. Then I won, because that mastodon tusk occupying the keystone in the arch of my mandible is going nowhere. I can deal with the occasional tension-headache in my jaw.
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In other news:
~*~I'm mucking around with Codecademy to get a basic grounding in code aside from my sprinkling of html. If I want the kiddo to start learning this stuff soon, then so should I.
~*~Kiddo is currently practicing the violin, which I always feel I should preface with "It was her idea! Honestly, we're not pushing her into it! Even though we're delighted by her interest!" There are certain assumptions I've been getting as a mother of a six-year-old toting a 1/8 size violin, and I'm getting defensive, and much of the time I cannot simply blame Felicia Day, even though she's 75% responsible.
~*~I'm baby crazy. I realize this is setting myself up for heartbreak at age 41, but my health and cycles are good, and there's a family history to support this as still being theoretically possible.
~*~I'm not gardening this year. I'm putting this down in writing right now, so I don't start feeling like I should. I'm just going to do some low-key composting right on the beds to set things up for next year.
~*~So switching my fic reading from phone-browser to kindle has decreased the amount of fic I read, but greatly increased the quality and my enjoyment. Also, I now have a built-in system to do feedback in batches, making me a better community member. I love living in the future sometimes.
So far, our first site was scooped by a major car company after we spent hundreds to get the zoning variance in City A (mere days before we were to sign the lease). We scrapped the second site in City B when the re-zoning was estimated at nearly a grand, at least six weeks, and a 50% chance of success at best. We're not putting an incinerator next to a playground, here. We're putting a gathering, retail and recreation business that peaks in the evening and weekends into a tech/light industrial office park setting.
So we're back to looking in City A, which is honestly a better map and market location anyway. It's just a pisser to still be mired in site selection when we've been funded for weeks and been on the verge of one lease or another for twice that long.
***
Both the rents are in the hospital--mom had a stricture in her gut which they removed and replumbed around, while dad had a double bypass. Different hospitals, of course. Mom should come home next week, dad should follow the week after. Mom's hanging in there, slow and steady healing, and dad's doing his usual miracle-recovery after major surgery. Luckily, Mr. F had mainly healed from his wisdom tooth removal before this all hit, so it's been busy and crazy and worrisome, but handle-able.
My jaw clenching had aggravated my own lower wisdom tooth, which Mr. F insisted I have looked at. It's not really 'misery loves company', he's been insisting for years every time it grumbles, but this time he won and I went. Then I won, because that mastodon tusk occupying the keystone in the arch of my mandible is going nowhere. I can deal with the occasional tension-headache in my jaw.
***
In other news:
~*~I'm mucking around with Codecademy to get a basic grounding in code aside from my sprinkling of html. If I want the kiddo to start learning this stuff soon, then so should I.
~*~Kiddo is currently practicing the violin, which I always feel I should preface with "It was her idea! Honestly, we're not pushing her into it! Even though we're delighted by her interest!" There are certain assumptions I've been getting as a mother of a six-year-old toting a 1/8 size violin, and I'm getting defensive, and much of the time I cannot simply blame Felicia Day, even though she's 75% responsible.
~*~I'm baby crazy. I realize this is setting myself up for heartbreak at age 41, but my health and cycles are good, and there's a family history to support this as still being theoretically possible.
~*~I'm not gardening this year. I'm putting this down in writing right now, so I don't start feeling like I should. I'm just going to do some low-key composting right on the beds to set things up for next year.
~*~So switching my fic reading from phone-browser to kindle has decreased the amount of fic I read, but greatly increased the quality and my enjoyment. Also, I now have a built-in system to do feedback in batches, making me a better community member. I love living in the future sometimes.
