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that would lead to the purchase of this house being 1.) Enacted and 2.) Blamed, in a nice way, on him.
                  For his part, Steven never imagined the owner would come down in price, as this was the start of a huge home buying binge for the entire country, no more frenetic than here in Arizona.   And even if he did, he never imagined the Bank would be willing to loan them the money.  The house was more than eight times more expensive than the last one they bought, and even with inflation, more than four times what their old house could possibly be worth, even in this crazy market.   But somehow, Catherine, through dint of desire and creativity pulled off the stunt and he found himself signing and initialing endless pages.   
                  The next phase was to finish the previous house, where he found himself embroiled in each night after his job, working on tasks and then moving a little bit of stuff from one house to the other.  It turned out that he and designer Catherine had started seventeen different projects in the Phoenix house that never quite got finished before Catherine was onto the next design.  Some were little touch ups to draw to a close, but others were much more difficult to complete.   But with weekends and late nights Steven finally brought all the loose ends together and as he finished the last job, he and Catherine looked around and decided that the design of that house had been outstanding.  Steven was wistful, seeing the completed house for the first time after ten or twelve years in the house, but Catherine was thinking, "Thank God we're done.  I never really liked the place."
                  They placed it on the market, and being what it was at the time, it sold on the first day and that was with six different people bidding the price up. 
                  If Steven had illusions that the workload would be any different on the new house 1.) He wasn't paying any attention, and 2.) They didn't last very long.   At one point he griped to Catherine that he didn't understand why she bought this particular house because she kept throwing it away.  They became known regulars at the dump as they took sheetrock and old cabinets, rotted boards, miss-colored rocks and stones and portions of walls to the landfill.   It was this last piece of design that was most interesting.  At one point Catherine flung her arms to the wall and said, "You see those windows there?"  When he said, "There are no windows there."  Her reply was, "Exactly!  Let's do something about that."   That led to seven, (count them, seven!) four foot by eight foot double paned windows being installed.  Two of them were in place of a masonry wall (no small task there).  And three of them were twelve feet off the ground on the east side of the house, where there was no room for a scaffold and barely enough room for a ladder.  And lest the reader believe that Catherine and Steven were capable of hiring an outside contractor to do such work, that was not the case.   In fact, it is widely believed that if Catherine thought it all possible, she would have built a kiln in the backyard and would have blown the glass plate and cast the extruded metal and would have built the windows herself.   But to her credit, she felt that a bit too much to ask.
                  But it was Catherine, the infinite fount of design ideas, who was most unhappy with the pace of the Lake House (as she began to call it) rebuilding.  The house was a huge canvas and she had ideas that knew no bounds.  But the house ate up almost all of their discretionary income.  And with Steven gone so much, she knew she would have to find a way to grow their income, or be patient with the slow dribble of extra funds to reshape the house.   But patience was not her best feature.
                  It took a while for Steven to determine what he loved most about her; mostly