I don’t care if Monday’s blue…

…Tuesday’s grey and Wednesday too

The Cure, 1992

Super Tuesday–a major milestone in the presidential primary season. We are also at a transition point in our home building. The concrete foundation is poured and curing, wood framing will begin next week. Which is the bigger story, the presidential race or our endeavor? Let’s compare a few features.

Timeline:  We first considered moving late last winter, beginning to scan the online real estate listings, waiting for the first sign of spring, those “Open House” signs blooming on most street corners. So we have been at it for almost a year. Donald Trump announced his candidacy in June so we had a head start on him. But Hillary has been running for President at least since the end of the husband Bill’s second term. That would be 16 years, so we have to give the points to her on this one.

Battleground: The presidential election is national news. The shock and awe surrounding Trump is international, or possibly intergalactic. We can’t compete with that, but our hole in the ground has attracted plenty of attention from our new neighbors. That is enough of an audience for us.

Financing: On their side–Super PACs, personal fortunes, $200,000 speeches, thousands of donors. On our side–a very obstinate banker. But we got what we needed, and as long as we do a little balancing and don’t overextend we will be O.K. Gotta watch out for those marble counter tops though.

Name Calling: Trump, Rubio, Cruz–You guys have got this one. Barb and I haven’t called anyone on our building team a name even once. Unless, maybe, just maybe, it was to that damn %$#@#$% banker.

Advisors: They have policy wonks and campaign managers and “people they see on TV.”  I have Barb. Advantage Raff’s.

Flip-flops: Yes, we had some indecision early on. There was that other house we almost bought, and then the decision to stay put for a few more years. And it is true, we keep changing our mind about the roof. But no one can compete with Chris Christie as the ultimate flipper. Does anybody believe he and Trump have suddenly found love and respect for each other? That’s as likely as an embrace between the Roadrunner and Wile E. Coyote. May an Acme Safe fall on your head, Governor Christie.

Deadline: The first Tuesday after the first Monday in November. This year that is on the 8th. I predict we will see a Clinton-Trump battle. I also predict we will have been on our house for almost a month by that date. But then, I am way too much of an optimist. Whenever we wind up moving, I just want to make sure that wherever I am living in November, I have registered to vote. And I promise, my vote won’t go to Mr. Trump!

Ultimate Prize: A temporary stay in  a house in Washington DC, non-stop headaches, and your finger on the button vs a cozy suburban home for life, with  no Vladimir Putin or Kim Jong-un to contend with. I know which one I prefer!

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