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Sleep Exhaustion,

I really should go to bed, Yeah, that sounds like a wonderful idea...

Too bad I won't take myself up on that idea 8-)

Of House and Home

As many of my faithful readers know, I am celebrating house week 2005. Hopefully an annual event. I'm holding back thoughts/coments/acomplishments, untill the very end of the week...

Last weekend was the gay and lesbian rummage sale held at J's house. He lives in a huge housing development, and his house is fairly new-I think he might of built it somewhat. Walking through, he had wonderful handcrafted floors, a wonderful set up, everything was fresh, posh and straight from queer eye vs Trading spaces.

He's my age, tighter than a screw, and makes less than I do a year (he must). He also lives with 2 other guys (roomates), and has paid off his house in 5 years. Yes, his house is paid for.

Then I come back to my 1927 Bungalow, with woodwork painted over, nicks in the floorboards, antiques, an art room... ect. ect.

Why don't I want to live in such a nicer type of home. A fresh, no work no fuss pre-fab somewhat home, with a new furnace, water softner, ect. Why am I in debt, with no future goal of paying off my home loan in 5 years....

The fact is, its the "american dream" to have debt. I have a car loan, student loan, credit card bills, and 2 mortgages.

I realised that what I love, is less than perfect. I adore the light fixture that isn't setting just right on the ceiling. THe nicks in the base boards that won't ever be fixed, the cracks in the walls, the fact that the HOUSE speaks history. Ledgend has it that the room I am typing in, was once a nursery. I'm sure also its been a bed room, and how many people had sex in the room that I sleep at night, the fact that the house was build prior to the depression, that sometime the news of kenedy's assisination swept though the house, that it survived the rochester flood of 1978, that it is solid. Its historical, it speaks volumes of the people that once lived here, and died. These walls talk....

And as I putz with my endless list of projects, with the pile of dirt in the yard, the mess I am making, its mine. Mortgaged, yes, but its my little piece of earth. Its not perfect, its not trendy, its not the going rage... however....

where I want solitude, space, peace... I come here.... because this, THIS is HOME!