Hot, wet morning!
Out the door as dawn cracked, wherewith to take an exercise walk before it gets unbearably hot.
“Gets”???? Seriously?
Ohhhh well.
It was down to the Albertson’s shopping center, wherein (I imagined) to visit the shopping-lot doctor’s office and tell the staff to QUIT CALLING ME ON THE PHONE, DAMMIT!!!!!!!
Three guesses:
* They weren’t open
* They weren’t open
* Or, they weren’t open
Right. Nine a.m. of a mid-week day, and no one was there.
Brilliant white cumulus clouds climb through a radiant blue sky. They seem to be growing, thickening. Presumably we’ll get some rain this afternoon.
Passed the PILES of cheap apartments along Main Drag West. Years ago, incredibly, my mother wanted me to rent a place in those dumps. They were no worse, really, than they are now. And no better. Not a place where you’d want to live. Especially not if you were a 20-something college kid.
Well. Post-college kid. I’d finished the B.A. and was lurking, trying to decide what to do next.
One thing I did NOT want to do was continue my career as a phone-answering receptionist, working for something less than almost nothin’. 😀
In any event, I cannot even BEGIN to imagine why those dumps, even when they were 30 years newer, would have been a desirable place for a young woman to live. Chez Pitz!
What on earth was my mother thinking????
Now and again, I imagine I really ought to sell the Dog Palace and move either out into the suburbs or deeper into town. Rationality soon catches up, though: it’s expensive as hell to sell your house, buy another one, and move. Plus I love my house and I ain’t a-gunna move away from here.
So. There!
Handsome young black man, loafing in the covered bus stop. Ohhhh you gorgeous critter! Smile. He smiles back. He’s plainly stoned.
Damn.
Proceed northward, ever northward, along Main Drag West. This, to avoid being followed into the ‘Hood.
Mercifully, I’m now tooooo old to appeal to any man: young, old, black, white, purple, stoned or straight…. Thank goodness!
After enough distance is passed, dodge into the ‘Hood. Come upon a fine young father, busily installing a basketball hoop for his preschool-age kid. Adorable! Despite its surroundings, our neighborhood still DOES have a lot to recommend it.
DO I want to stay here, now and evermore?
Well….I’m so ambiguous as to whether the answer is probably “yeah….” I incline to operate on the “When in Doubt, Don’t” principle. If you’re not dead sure that XXX is what you want to do, then don’t do XXX.
duh! Why does that not seem obvious?
And yet….when ambiguity lurks, it surely isn’t obvious.
If you don’t know how well the real estate will hold its value…
If you don’t know whether those slum apartments will continue to go downhill, or whether the Yup set will discover them and turn them into high-rent urban campgrounds…
If you don’t know whether your health is gonna hold out as you roam deeper into decrepitude…
If you don’t know if your son would like to inherit your shack, after you finally do croak over…
Well, Helle’s belles: then YOU DON’T KNOW.
Personally, I’m averse to making any kind of decision or move when I don’t know. Knowing what I’m doing: that’s what I do. But sometimes, that’s just not possible.
{sigh}
Just get yourself settled into the sack.