Soon the smells and aura of Sheila that lingered at the house became too much for Aldo to bear. Not to mention their home had grown too small for his research and experimentation to carry on there. He quickly packed up the house, thinned out their belongings, and sold the home with the intention of permanently relocating to the lake house.
It was mid summer when he first arrived at the lake house, ready to move-in. The lake was croweded with water skiers etching ephemeral lines in the water, bikini clad women lying on boat decks absorbing the sun as if it would soon fade away, and children with inflatables and water toys splashing and playing all along the shore. There was much more comotion than he had remembered from his first visit to the lake house with Sheila. Still, he thought, that would be the perfect place for him to carry on his explorations.
It was quickly apparent that the size of the house wouldn’t suffice. All the materials, models, and tools he was working with were left in a storage container outside the house for a few months as he sketched up plans for a workshop to be built on the property. He worked tirelessly on the design of a space that he could spread out in and continue his work. There were not any formal plans needed, for there was no building department to deal with out there. The plans he sketched up were simple floor plans and construction details, all hand drawn, to help him determine how the shop would go together.
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