That title could apply to the political situation, in which I see little glimmers of hope. Some of the state governors are standing up to the federal government's overreach. Most of them are, of course, members of THE OTHER PARTY, but we gotta start somewhere.
My dreams have had a recurring theme for a while now, that of moving into or cleaning out a hoarder house. A sure sign of my dissatisfaction with my current domicile situation. There are, of course, the issues you get in any apartment building. The air flow in individual units sucks. Some of the close neighbors are inconsiderate. No private yard. But all told, and compared to previous homes, it is good.
The hoarder house part intrigues me. In part, I can blame a certain YouTube channel, which frequently buys such homes or the contents of such homes and takes me along on the exploration. In one such home, he found artwork worth more than he paid for the entire house! Both of my parents were hoarders to a degree. My father because he grew up on a farm and survived the Great Depression and my mother because she had a plethora of untreated mental issues. I declutter regularly to avoid leaving that kind of mess for my heirs.
Flipping houses interests me. The notion of turning a place that's been used and abused back into a viable home really appeals to me. In a way, it would feel like healing the house. But in the dreams, I have to empty the house before I can flip it. (It just occurred to me that part of the healing process is removing or rearranging stuff. Especially if the wound has been festering for a while.)
I get like this from time to time. Probably soon I will whack off my long hair and rearrange the furniture. But this time it feels different. Maybe because I'm no longer playing with Publishers Clearing House. Funny how much comfort I've always taken from that long shot. We gotta have dreams or the bastards really will grind us down.
Anyway... thanks for joining me on this little journey inside my head. See ya next time.
