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Summertime

But always chores to do. Painting. Replacing facia board. Thinking about storage. Reevaluating my reason for living . . . It sounds so cute when you think it in French : rason detre. I didn't spell it write, did I. I don't speak French.

Less is more. Less fuss. Less stuff. Fewer plans. Fewer plans of things that will not really help. Less bags of useless stuff that I would have bought at the department store. Less things. Fewer things to store. Needing less storage. So the solution, given limited resources and an urge to conserve, is to pare down what I have and not go all 400 dollar plastic shed, which will block my view of the yard and the deer and the rabbits and the chipmunks. And just attract spiders. And be filled with things that I could just stick in the garage.

I needed to do some painting. So I put it in my mind. And I started the preparations of collecting the stuff that I would need. But I didn't have everythign. I don't have the finish paint. I've got the primer. And I don't have masking materials. That is important, and takes more time than actually painting if you do it right. But I have other repairs to do, so I want to do it as meager as possible, for the interests of conservation. Do as little as necessary to maintain or establish simple and easy to maintain living facilities. Sounds easy? Less is more. Removing things, paring down, having fewer items, sharing surplus: donating: giving to charity useful and valuble items even if you don't get a tax write-off: do it anyway!

I've got two giant Norway Spruces and I would like them to be gone because they are huge and they are always shedding all kinds of deritis of the living things that populate them. And so, because of all of those little critters, and the fact that spruce is so strong, I really don't need to worry about them falling on the house. And they really are a boon to the wildlife, thought how many cute chipmunks eating all my seedlings do I need. I had too many, so it seemed, always squeeking at me and trying to maintain their livlihoods. I'd been good to them by providing them a habitat and then I decided that it was time for me to clear out some of the piles of brush and leaves that I had thrown behind the fence, on the high ground, which is a fallow place. It seemed to me that those industrious creatures were habitating in there. It isn't thta I don't love them but not in my garage because it seemed to me that they had also found their way in there, which was what began my current spurt of meager home improvement. I live in a low cost place that has turned up scale. It simply isn't my fault if my ability to live meager and low allows me to ignore the things over which so many people fuss. In my neighborhood the houses are all 68 or so years old, and they were 'starter' homes back then, with the GI Bill, and very low rates for the veterans, who were favored (much to the chigrin of the fussy monied people who could afford to pay for college and were officer core material anyway). Yes,those who survived were afforded a home if they wanted it. And an education. In any case this was always a 'starter' neighborhood and it was, back when I first moved in, still like that. People who were more meger in their finances could swing living here for a while while they would then get some equity, maybe, and then burst into a better house, bigger, less VAT floor tile, built in an age where the insulation was included in the build. The old houses leaked air and also water. That is a fact. They must have always had that flaw based upon what I saw when I opend up a wall many years ago.

And then the neighbors moved away. And their house had many more problems than mine did. And so here is what happened: the whole place, except for the bottom floor walls, was removed, much more than they thought that they were going to have to do. And a new giant house was built there in the next door. Wow. So it is the biggest house on the street, and the most expensive. And it really raises the bar here. Because I've been meager, living an ashes to ashes life style. For a while a lot of the people on the street were suddenly moved out becuase, well you know the history of the economy. People were over leveraged and they suffered for it. Me? I didn't dip into the equity well but once, when it made perfect sense.

So knowing that when it comes to it, and I need to move, that my perfect neighborhood for a certain class of family, this wonderful little haven place, that was a sudden an dremarkible dream come true in a lot of ways, a lot of very nice and awesome neighbors and a very friendly and well mannered crowd of children. It's a friendly street. Because, as I said, for a while, it was deadsville. Everyone was leaving and moving on, I felt like a survivor.

and then we had some strange renters in one of hte houses. It went of for a while with happenings at all kinds of strange hours, and a giant wooden totem that they set up in the front of the house as a kind of in-your-face moniker for whatever was being staged there. I had all kinds of theories, all of it was false. I never got to find out what was really happening there. and then, all at once, they moved. All at once. And they were gone and I barely remember them.

So I have the list, in my head, of all that I really need to do. I say 'need' because I plan on being here for a while and it doesn't suit me to let the easy exterior work remain undone. I have some facia to put up. I'm going to cut it, paint it, fasten it and repaint it. I may also include some small amount of garden storage in the back yard. And maybe I really will have those trees removed. We've given them 70 years by now, and the wildlife can adapt to moving to other trees if they are living in these ones.

As far as removing the trees, I've put the thought in my head. I see all the good they do and I weigh that with the fact that they steal all the sunlight in the back yard, and also shed very large volumes of spruce needles which permiate my house. I find them everywhere. Small problem. So what should I do? meager means not spending money on removing wildlife habitat. But quality of life for me say may be ya. If it didn't cost me. For example, if someone needs a 120 foot tall Christmas Tree, I hear that Norway Spruce is highly sought after. They can come and remove the tree with a licensed crew and cranes, and I can donate it t their Christmas or Holiday display. Norway Spruce, I am pretty sure. (though I have not had any one confirm this).

Usually when I do home improvements I do it in spurts. I tend to wear myself out if I do too much. Then I put down the tools and don't get back to it for a long while. This time I have a short list of projects. Each of them is minor, but the sum total of doing all of them will vastly improve the outside appearance of my house, and it is worth the small effort and the short list of materials to do the work. So I've got a lot to do. Bitching about politics is something that I can put off doing for a while.

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Political and Media Inanity

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in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

July 2, 2016

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June 6, 2016

"I never minded the surveillance society. I've always been kind of an exhibitionist."

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