Now what the hell does that mean? Different strokes for different folks, I’m sure. But how about Jupiter-in-the-sagebrush? Would that grab anyone? Well, yeah. Yet this is nothing whatsoever like what we think we’re looking for.
The house is like a little spaceship or survival capsule. There’s solar pre-heating for hot water and radiant floor heat. Warm as toast and energy efficient. Could be hot in summer. No damn place to store my junk or boxes of artifacts, either. I’d have to build a studio or garage. Totally crazy deal, but hard to let go of. It’s on a dead-end paved road close to town. There’s even a mailbox at the end of the driveway, just like God intended. It has a well. It isn’t falling down around itself.
Either salvation or my God, what have I done? Where are the goddamn trees? There isn’t any place to stick my freaking bike. We’d still need a storage unit or a couple of dead school buses. As soon as we bought this, we’d see a house with a garage come up for sale beside a stream with giant cottonwoods, you know we would. We’re still looking, but goddamn. When I drove out there last night, I didn’t want to come back. Someone else is “interested” in the place, of course. There’s always someone else.
Lunacy! Splendor! A deserted highway to go walking on! No place for all our stuff!
Stop me before I kill again, or toast us as we go completely mad.
UPDATE: Not going to happen. After all this enthusiasm, too! See my “Dear All” comment for particulars, as well as my replies to some of your comments.