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Ugh, it's Sunday, which means getting up early and sneaking off to work so as not to disturb my sweet Eor. I managed to get most of my things out of the bedroom in one go, but now I'm debating whether I shouldn't go back and steal out my shorts and sandals, because I expect it's going to be hot on my way home.
Yesterday we went to the bank and talked to a loan officer, then hiking (Pleasant Mountain, near Bridgton) and then drove around looking at houses, and then looked at houses online, and I've been in a weird combination of depressed, pissed at myself, and elated. Depressed because I heard that scientists have evidence that the world will end in only a couple of hundred years because we have already fucked up the environment beyond possibility of fixing it, and because we saw so many big box stores, strip malls and McMansions on our drive. (If I had the power to pull blasting lightning from the sky the big box stores would be the first to go...) Pissed at myself because I haven't climbed enough stairs all year and getting up even Pleasant Mountain, an easy hike, was torturous, and also because I put a bunch of food in a bag for us to eat at the trail head and left it all sitting in our kitchen. Elated because the loan officer indicates our finances are in better shape than we had thought, so we could, potentially, get a good sized piece of land and a decent old house, if we don't mind traveling an hour to work. (Which of course contributes to the whole killing the planet thing, and detracts from quality of life, and brings us back in a big circle to why can't I have a job and eat without having to kill myself and the planet?)
Yesterday we went to the bank and talked to a loan officer, then hiking (Pleasant Mountain, near Bridgton) and then drove around looking at houses, and then looked at houses online, and I've been in a weird combination of depressed, pissed at myself, and elated. Depressed because I heard that scientists have evidence that the world will end in only a couple of hundred years because we have already fucked up the environment beyond possibility of fixing it, and because we saw so many big box stores, strip malls and McMansions on our drive. (If I had the power to pull blasting lightning from the sky the big box stores would be the first to go...) Pissed at myself because I haven't climbed enough stairs all year and getting up even Pleasant Mountain, an easy hike, was torturous, and also because I put a bunch of food in a bag for us to eat at the trail head and left it all sitting in our kitchen. Elated because the loan officer indicates our finances are in better shape than we had thought, so we could, potentially, get a good sized piece of land and a decent old house, if we don't mind traveling an hour to work. (Which of course contributes to the whole killing the planet thing, and detracts from quality of life, and brings us back in a big circle to why can't I have a job and eat without having to kill myself and the planet?)