Friday Blues

It’s been kind of a slow and disappointing day in the office. One of data requests the state agency wouldn’t share for me and then I had some issues linking other data on the server. And it just been tough to fully get back in the groove after two weeks in wilderness, well at least the National Forest overlooking that cow pasture in the deep rural of the Finger Lakes. I was kind of hoping to get away yet again this weekend, but it looks like crap tomorrow. Not even sure if it will be good enough in the morning for a quick ride out to Five Rivers but Sunday should be okay for the oil change.

One of the people I have known over the years has fallen on hard times, and was asking for advice about ideas of places to move to. He said the social services office offered to put him up in a motel for $800 a month. Somehow that struck me as wrong, as that’s what I pay for rent in my dumpy old apartment. Since coming back from vacation, I was really noticing how messed up the building in, and I’m annoyed the landlord didn’t even acknowledge the torn window screen he installed, and none of the upstairs windows have replacement molding installed around the inside of the windows much less paint or fuly plastered in. But I don’t care, but I do realize I should be thinking more about a more permanent place to set down roots, though I guess afer 18 years it has been sema-permanet. The door was snagging again, screw the former landlord tried to fix the rotted out bottom has been sinking and falling out as more of the composite door rots away.

It makes me think more about buying a house, just to have that level of security my dumpy old apartment doesn’t offer. But there are so much more costs to heat and light a big building, not to mention the cost of cleaning and maintaining such a space. Yet, I get sick to my stomach with the endless advertising for roofers, heat pumps, gutters, vinyl siding, and grid-tied solar panels. I just don’t want all that suburbanite toxic disposable crap. Plus if I get land, who is going to feed the goats, pigs and chickens when I travel? Plus I like t burn things and owning lots of guns, but alas it’s New York State. It’s not to say I’ve given upon my dream on the cabin in woods in a freer state. I know such places I exist, I was down in Pennsylvania a week and a half ago and everybody rural there has burn barrels. I was clicking on and trolling those scam recovery ads on Facebook and now all I see on Facebook are ads for such things. The algorithms on the internet are serving me such crap.

I am tired, and so ready to peddle home on my bike. And then spend tomorrow reading and regrouping myself. Hopefully next weekend I can get out of town.