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Hippiekinkster -> RE: Moving is a drag... semi-rant (3/8/2012 9:51:24 PM)
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--> LaT: that's the thing about aging, at least from my perspective... the ability to do things fades long before the desire does. There are a lot of things I want to do, but I have to remind myself that I'm just not being realistic. During breaks from playing with the dogs and the black cat, I made up a batch of cranberry/orange zest scones, and mentioned to Pam that the house directly across the street from my house is empty. There's a notice from the bank taped to the door that says the house is abandoned. I hadn't noticed since I hardly ever went outside during the day this winter. SO I start rambling on about how I could pick this house up once I sell mine, because it will likely be foreclosed upon, and I could get it at the courthouse steps (if not foreclosure, then a short sale could take place as well), depending on how much is owed (our county has all that stuff online; easy to find out. Probably will have a tax lein). I know what it looks like on the inside, and I know that it has been maintained by the latest owner, and really well maintained by the last owner... when we moved in in August 1989, they brough us a huge tray of homemade cookies. Good neighbors. It's changed, and the new people on the street won't even bother to knock on your door or call to see if anyone's alive, even if they haven't seen you for two fucking years. Gen X Repub Xstains. Anyway, Pam reminded me that my body probably isn't capable of going through another remodel. I can barely get stuff in my current inbox done. Your inbox will likely have even more things in it, given how much work it takes to maintain a farmstead (I have an idea; I spent my 2nd decade on a 50 acre "farm" and we only grew a few veggies, some corn for the pigs, and some hay for the two horses (we bought the straw from a neighbor). It's a lot of work.
Somebody should make up a metaphor for aging that's like the "eyes too big for the stomach" metaphor.
--> dark & kitkat: old Schloss Scotty used to be a lot more fun that it is now. I had, at one time, a faux stream in the back, running about 50 feet from in the woods down to the waterfall (which is only about 4 feet (1.2 meters) high. I had pone bark trails aboit 3 feet (1M) wide going up through the woods to a veggie garden area (only place with a lot of sun). I had a little fern garden, with about (IIRC) 12 varieties of ferns... a hosta collection... There are several dogwoods and azaleas, a big white camellia, a couple hybrid Kalmias, a stand of 3 loropetalums (now almost tree-sized), a big rhodo transplanted from the front, a Witch Hazel, Columbines, Liatris, Dicentra, Monarda (Bee Balm), pineapple Sage, chocolate Mint, butterfly bushes, Stargazer lilies Coral bells, Crocus, Lillies-of-the-valley, some Mahonia bushes (Oregon Grape), Tricyrtis, an Astilbe collection, 2 big Gardenias, a couple blueberry bushes, a Redbud, needlepoint Ivy, a white Clematis vine, Bishop's Weed, Lamium "Beacon Silver", a few Pulmonarias, and a couple water Lilies. And that's just in the back (and that's what I remember; I know I forgot the names of a couple shrubs). That's a LOT of digging. I want to take some of the perennials with me, but there's no good place to put them.
I don't think I'll be happy in the townhouse.
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