Monthly Archives: August 2015

Well… the deal for a quick sale of the house fell through. And with it we’ve decided to stay put through the winter. Our house is cozy during that season, and we understand the quirks of the roads here in the snow and ice. Instead we’ll make it into the late winter or early spring before setting the house up for sale, probably through a realtor this time. And we plan to make some *repairs* to the house ourselves. Tomorrow I’m still going to work on the gutters as I had already planned. The deck can wait until late winter/early spring. We’re going to try to make it through another winter with that as well. We’re going to fix the downstairs bathroom up to make it usable again. We’re going to get more organized in terms of papers and books and such. We’re going to get new carpet — stain resistant because of the cats. And we’ll be *okay*. The House on The Hill may still be waiting for us in the spring. It’s sat there for a year already, unsold. And we have time to look at other houses, and get to know various neighborhoods around here better. We’ve looked at the outside of a number already, and haven’t been nearly as impressed with any of ’em in comparison to The House on The Hill. We’ll go visit it, and make sure it’s okay and gets through the winter for us. We know it’s there. We know we still want it. It’s just there was no shortcut to get from this place to that place. We had to take the normal route.

We have to sit down and start *planning* our retirement years. Expenses and shut.

In terms of creativity, I’m going to go ahead and start making it a priority to protect the carrcasses. I know that’s the best art I’ve done, along with perhaps the collages. But probably the carrcasses, since they’re such time capsules and summarize certain cultural patterns in unique ways through this “platinum style” tiling method I’ve refined down through the years now.

East AOL, with Leola Creek running across the photo northwest to northeast.

West AOL. This is also what I’ve been calling Peanuts in the Sunklands blog, an important location and perhaps home to several deer as well. Hemmed in by society as it were, in a pocket reality.

Still moving up Leola Creek, we now come to the meeting between it and Blue Mountain Creek (right), of about the same volume of water apiece. A true fork in reality. Below this point it could have just as easily been Blue Mountain Creek instead of Leola Creek. Can we visit this parallel world, ala a Fringe event? What would be the differences between the two, if so?

We keep moving up Leola past the important fork with Blue Mountain. We’ve reached what in former days was called the Maynard Jackson Mall (left), now just called the Town Mall. Why the change (I ask myself)? In the mid-1980s, I use to work for Maynard Jackson personally, although via an intermediate boss known as Roach. Now I find out that a piece of property actually in Roach, Missouri is supposedly for sale on a street just west of the mall, at least according to Zillow. Obviously this cannot be. Let’s examine that illogical situation more here LINK.

The larger rocky beach with one of the two mysterious spheres in the creek is almost dead center in the below photo. Again, I believe you can faintly see the reflection of this sphere in the photo as well. But like Uranus it’s hard to spot. LINK

The grassy area (center) containing Canine and Molar Pools from GoogleEarth. We are almost directly south of the photo just before this one. Hmmm… more collage possibilities?

And then we just keep continuing west along Leola Creek, reaching the geodesic domed church and the picnic areas across the stream from it that include the 6 sided table and also matching red and blue tables we’ve seen before in this blog.

In the center of this particular photo: Point-0, marked by a prominent Blue Mountain bridge spanning Leola Creek. We’re about a third of a mile east of AOL now, heading downstream on this waterway instead of upstream.

The greenway trail that starts just beyond the eastern border of AOL continues to parallel Leola downstream past Point-0. The pool in the lower right corner of the photo is pictured here LINK.

Mouth of Leola and an ending loop of the Blue Mountain greenway system.

I was also going to chat with Hucka D. about the house situation — *houses* — but I felt like I shouldn’t undercut Carrcassonnee’s own comments. So I’ll just chat with myself. Here’s the deal. We have a chance to sell our current house and then buy a new house we’ve had our eye on. The House on The Hill.

We’ll have to sell cheap. But we bought it cheap. We’re moving up. But then we can sell up. If we were smart we’d have sold about 10 years back. But where to move at the time? There’s another house in the neighborhood that might sell for close to twice what we get for ours, but with a similar floor plan. That’s what we’re looking at.

My “new” job and new office are stabilizing. Just have to catch on to my main new part of the job; I won’t describe it in any detail except to say that it’s an extension of what I do presently.

Is it worth working another year for, however? When we bought the present house I was a *contract* person, working year to year without any guarantees. Now it’s pretty clear sailing to the finish line. 5 1/2? Probably 6 1/2. Maybe more now? Edna is 7 1/2 years out.

We still plan to move to Middletown after retiring. We still own land there that we can build on.

Creativity: I’m very pleased with the Sunklands site. Must protect. Must build upon it. Protect the collages, the a/v synchs. Protect the writing.

This could be the last hurrah in Blue Mountain. We’ve both basically lived here since we were 17, subtract a couple of years here and there. This will be a way to sum it all up. The House on The Hill.

Before we bought the present house, Edna reinforced to me last night that we’ve never lived anywhere, after we came to college and left the home nest, for longer than 3 years. We’ve been in this place *18* plus years now. But this is the first house we’ve owned instead of rented.

What is the grand plan? Still to move to Middletown, of course. But there we want to build a *new* home, and probably a modular one. Low maintenance for our old age. The House on The Hill is, in contrast, a quite old house for Blue Mtn. 90 years old. Just the kind of house we’re *attracted* to, but we said we wouldn’t buy because of the maintenance costs. Yet here we are. On the brink of making an offer on one.

Is it a siren lure? We’ll be there 8-10 years, then hand off to someone else. We plan *minimal* repairs — only the necessities. The upstairs will remain unfinished except for that one room which will be *my study*.

We’ll have to rewire most of the house. We’re thinking of taking that off of the cost.

We still have some decisions to make.

“Carrcassonnee, you’ve been helping me a lot on recent projects and I thought I’d ask you about the potential new house. Do you have any ideas… well, let me ask some specific questions.”

Carr.:

Waste away. Goodnight!

bb:

Goodnight to you too!

Carr.:

!

bb:

Our house is wasting away?

Carr.:

Yes. Get out while you can. But don’t take less than what you’re presently thinking in your mind. It’s worth more than the one next door.

bb:

Excellent words tonight Carrcassonnee!

Carr.:

You’re welcome! I learn less bad words. I’m like Karl 50,000 years back.

bb:

And then the new house…

Carr.:

Buy. Buy buy buy!

bb:

150000?

Carr.:

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