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Homogeneous Ruts

I image most of us like to think we're different in so many ways.  We're absolutely incomparable on some level or another.  But are we?  Look around.  We all dress remarkably alike, especially us guys. In a culture that tolerates diversity, we don't really express it much. Why?

I'll give you 5 bucks if you dress up like this and walk around town. (Submit photographic evidence to redeem.)

Little Bit of Pretty

... in the midst of the not-so-pretty.

First Gardening Activity

Start the season with pruning.

Latest Setback

I decided to go with another gas company to save money. Mistake. Didn't save money because of turnover costs. More importantly we discovered a large leak in the pipe under the house. We could smell and hear it, but not see it. I'm really glad I asked the gas dude to turn it all on and light the stove pilot light because if I did it I wouldn't have noticed the leak and it probably would have accumulated under the house until it blew.  It probably would have been an explosion large enough to blow me to Mt. Lassen.


Now the tank is padlocked because it's unsafe to use and I have to replace all the pipe under house.

Lovely.

But am I angry?  No.

I'm used to this.  This house fights me every step of the way, and always has.  But I can't - won't - let it win.

Feel Like Hanging It Up

Sometimes, things move along so slowly and the end seems impossibly distant. I want to just hang it all up.  I mean, I literally got the idea to stop all this silliness and just hang up hammocks everywhere.  Just use the house as a shell to hang around in. 

But ... somebody else beat me to it.  And they have a better view.

I Moved Out

I moved out of my house right away. Not because of the Sav-More situation and the lack of facilities, but because the place depressed me. Why? It's a filthy hovel. 

Yes, it's coming along and it has potential, but it's also overwhelmingly ... messed up.  It's painful for me to be there, because it reflects my inability to make things happen there without help.  And, because it's just buttugly.

I don't know what else to do but just keep slogging it out as best I can.

I've Gone Insane.

I moved into the hovel. 

Something needed to change. I just had to do it. Things haven't progressed in months. I figured if I live there I'll have to deal with it. Even though there is no water and minimal electrical. I have to go to Save-Mor to poop and the coffe shop to wake up. Like I said, insane.

A Can Of Worms

Nothing is simple in this place.  I just wanted to texture and paint a tiny 4' X 6' room - a laundry room.

New tools, new entry, new garden, and a new plan.

Things have been busy at the hovel the last few weeks.  Leslie and I built 2 new planters for growing veggies. Just for fun, and just in case civilization takes a serious dive soon and we start experiencing food shortages.