We found a place! The contract is signed! And it is exactly what we were looking for. It meets all of our needs and wants; it’s within our budget and in a town we love. There are trails and a beautiful lake just a few minutes’ walk away. It has a gas fireplace and cathedral ceilings and a burbling water fountain in the back yard, for heaven’s sake.

Scott wants to call the lake a “swimmin’ hole,” but I am resolutely opposed. Swimmin’ holes are swimmin’ holes, and this is a lake, and words mean things, Scott.

**When I was little I thought the ultimate in luxury and glamour was a water feature. And now I have one. I have a water feature. (Which is also not a swimmin’ hole, Scott.)