As usual, Lori and I are arguing about renovation.
Apparently we need all new windows in the house. She says ours are leaking. I feel dry as a bone, but what do I know?
We also have a beach house now (more on that later), which was supposed to be a cheap-and-cheerful fix-up and, after two visits with our contractor, is now going in the opposite direction. Whatever the opposite of cheap-and-cheerful is.
Lori's argument: The nicer it is, the more we can rent it for.
She's not wrong. But here's the thing I keep coming back to: my entire working life, every time I get some money, it ends up going to contractors.
As much as I appreciate a freshly renovated house, office, ADU, or rental unit, I can't shake the feeling that I'm exchanging my time, my labor, my life energy... for new countertops.
I work hard to earn money. I pay taxes on it. Then I hand it to some guy who's in my phone under his first name only, for countertops that look beautiful but will probably get torn out in ten years anyway.
Because the edge is beveled and not bullnose.
