If you need cheering-up, do not read this post!
"A double-minded (wo)man is unstable in all (her) ways." ... James 1:8
Uh-oh. It's official.
I am unstable in all my ways.
Days ago I found this website where you can plug in any state to then find hundreds of HUD homes for sale. So yesterday evening I searched through miles and miles of homes in Tennessee, North Carolina, South Carolina, Kentucky and Arizona--all places we've considered moving.
Oh dear, the cheap real estate in Arizona horrified me. Reminded me of my sad, desolate years in the Nevada Desert, what with grey, barren yards and torn-up houses. Where were all the green pastures and 1800's farmhouses and barns that we have in New York?
Still here in New York--that's where they are.
So then I ambled back over to Tennessee, Memphis to be exact and oh. My. Goodness. Memphis appeared even sadder. But of course, not all of Tennessee is Memphis! I get that, and I did find a few nice places, but still, I continued on down to South Carolina and hmmm... The houses there looked neglected, sinking-into-the-dirt dreary there, too. (Can a state look like it's crying?)
Uh-oh. And now I've gone and offended all of you who live in Arizona, Nevada,Tennessee and South Carolina. Great. Sigh.
North Carolina still looks best to me, but Tom insists he needs a garage and well, those are hard to find in NC when you're looking at $40,000 houses. And yet, after watching a new-to-me episode of American Pickers this morning I realize that yes, we do need a garage in which to shove a bunch of collectible junk. You know, for the pickers' side of us.
Earlier this week I found two houses (in Kentucky, maybe? Where the heck was I?) each with two garages even larger than the houses, themselves. Of course, Tom loved those. The houses didn't look like much (one was a log cabin, the polar opposite of my much-loved Blondie and Dagwood-style of house), but hey, those garage monstrosities certainly charmed him.
Maybe we should just stay here. (That's where the 'unstable in all her ways' part comes in.) Maybe we should just take the easy route. You know, settle. Maybe I should spend my energy trying to discover a different way to 'do winter' next year, as in, maybe I should just change my attitude.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
Sigh. Don't mind me. I think it's all catching up to me and I've just got a bad case of the "Jobless--HangingWithMyHusband24/7--DaughterPlayingDrumsUpstairs--TelevisionAndRadioConstantlyOn--HusbandHasAHorribleCough--LostMyDearestCat--CarNeedsExpensiveRepairs--GotCabinFeverBad--It'sSnowingAgainAndWillThisDarkWinterNeverEnd? Blues.
But we did enjoy the second hour of American Idol last night. :)
This, too, shall pass. This, too, shall pass. This, too, shall pass...................................................