in the zone

The note from The Architect was the fist significant setback: “Alright, alright, enough of the good news. Just received a letter from the island Buildings Official saying a special use permit from the town is required. Ugh. You cannot do this without a lawyer, because you can royally screw up your own use of the property as well as that of generations to come. The special use permit is the most complicated (read cumbersome) application and review by zoning. Goes something like this: Submit application month 1; assume it's put on the agenda for public hearing #1, month 2; conservation and planning all get to throw in their 2 cents over the course of how ever many months it takes to get by them; then back to zoning (presumably with blessings from all other committees) and public hearing #2 takes place. Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.”
So I hired a lawyer. He said I can’t be prevented from building in the end and talked about expediting the process. There was a lot of discussion about third Mondays and fourth Fridays that made me black out, but the upshot was that he thought it wouldn’t take an interminable period of time.
Which is good, because interest rates are soaring and I’m already in hock.
And I bought $600 worth of power tools. Dolores thinks I should pose for a calendar with a different power tool every month. I think Citichild would be more marketable, if less authentic.