4.23.2005

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.

2 comments:

  1. Now, Miz Claudia! If you jest act lak a lady, de mens ain gon give you no more troubles. 'stead a parading yo'self round wid dem tools, you oughts to be decidin' on what you gonna have 'fo lunch. Mens don lak a lady what 'don eat no lunch, an' wants to build houses. Make yo'self a nice congalium salad, an' tell Mark Tilson I ask how he durrin.

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  2. The island building official...
    special use permit....all smoke and mirrors...why not call it for what it is...the monkey wrench that always seems to come about just when you think you covered all the bases...it will be built..
    when is anyones guess...
    Small towns need small issues to chew the cud over...find the people
    and ply them with booze at the local watering hole.Liquer is quicker in more ways then one.

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