The weeks news. Change, a buyer for the cabin (maybe) and life, or the end of life.
It’s been a quiet week up here on the mountain. My little slice of heaven in the great northwest.
Change, it’s inevitable, whether it occurs on a global scale, or on a more personnel level, it happens. In the case of the planet, change takes many millennia, so slowly we don’t notice, because it doesn’t happen in our lifetime (if we’re lucky). Whereas, on a personal level, change starts from the moment we are born, and continues until we no longer exist.
Things are changing around here. People are once again moving up on the mountain and determined to fight the mountain for superiority. The mountain will once again win because it doesn’t care one wit what you want. However, people have to learn this lesson the hard way. It’s better to live with the mountain than to fight it. You only wear yourself out trying to beat it into submission, and the mountain carves another notch in it’s history belt. If it could.
We are changing, moving from my beloved mountain home to the state of Maine. My disability is getting much worse, there are things I can no longer do that I could just a few short months ago. We won’t be leaving until around this time next year because the lovely wife got a substantial raise in pay, and I should be moved up to 100% by the VA very soon, giving me a hefty raise as well. We want to pay off a few small bills, then put as much money in the savings account as we can before we leave. This will give us enough for the move as well as the expenses that come with moving into the new home once we arrive.
We may already have a buyer for our cabin. The son of the gal that owns the land next to ours wants to buy it. He is coming back from the east coast next month and wants to sit down and discuss a deal. Right now, the market around here for bare land is high, much of it listing for close to $300,000. I have buildings on my piece, and could, most likely get a high price for it. But, one thing I do know about the market is that it will go down, leaving many people upside down in what they owe compared to what it is now worth. This has happened many times in the last thirty years. I intend to give him a reasonable price, and we can go from there. I do not need to make a huge profit, nor do I want to upset a friend. As long as we make enough to put a sizable amount on the next house, we will be happy.
The lovely wife and I headed to town the other day, and stopped by the dumpsters near the main highway to toss our trash. There near the top of the bin were pictures, mostly black and white, some were the old Polaroid ones, in those photo album pages that people put pictures in. This was someone’s life, a history of their family, their relatives and friends, now tossed unceremoniously in the trash. It was sad to think that this is where we will end up, metaphorically speaking, sometime after we are long gone from this world. To think that that’s all there is; someone, probably a relative, has tossed you away like trash. I suppose that it will always be like that. Henry David Thoreau wrote that man lives a life of quiet desperation, and goes to the grave with a song still in his heart, or something close to that. To us, and our closest kin, we are somebody, but to distant relations, we are nothing more than pictures in a dumpster, nothing to concern themselves with as they move on with their lives of quiet desperation, to the sad end that they left another in.
Well, that’s all the news for the week. Bye for now.
