Light My House on Fire
I should probably continue my last post about Disneyland, and perhaps I will do that later, but the whole house situation is on my mind currently, so I’ll spend entirely too much time writing about that now.
I’ve spend the past two weeks pestering Berta about the details of our mortgage on the new house. What will our monthly payments be? She doesn’t have any answers, mostly because the people who should have them aren’t giving them to her. Otherwise - and this seems a real possibility - I just don’t understand it.
There are time these days when I think that the lethargy setting into my mind is becoming more permanent the more reticent I become in doing anything about it. There’s antoher sentence deserving of about six posts. Returning from my digression now…
In tandem with receiving no information about the loan, I’ve been having nice dreams about many house disasters. In a recent dream, I found myself climbing out of the basement’s Bilco doors to find that the above-ground portion of the house had been swept away by some funnel of wind.
This really isn’t funny considering the recent crazy windstorms around here that have put 200,000 or more people out of power for several days. More disturbing about these storms is the actual physical destruction they’ve caused.