I spend the morning drawing up the plan of attack for Nicole’s yard. Nobody has contacted me with any more details about traveling to Paraguay, so I do nothing else regarding the research for that project. We haven’t figured out funding for Nicole’s project yet—I know she doesn’t have a quarter million dollars. She can’t even put her house up for a loan at this point.
So until I find a culprit for her insurance to sue, we’re stuck spinning our wheels planning a restoration, rather than executing.
The sun peeks out around three in the afternoon, so I decide to head over to her place. I’ve got the plans in my truck for the apartment complexes nearby, and after studying them a bit, I stand in her yard, just staring. These are new, trendy construction projects, with roof gardens and s**t.
