how do you enjoy it? and being carless

dear blog,

i'm doing some work at my daugther's boss's sister's house (that is soooo punctually wrong). they own 50 acres and have a gorgeous 3bedroom 3bathroom home. when i take a lunch break - i sit on their front porch and just sit. i listen to the birds, the horses, the doggy barking or one of two of the kittens chasing butterflies. i've been at the house for two weeks...this is my third week and i'll be done and i won't be going back. today at lunch i thought how much i'd miss it. the front porch and all.

it made me think though. here i was...enjoying this gorgeous layout, thinking maybe THIS is what i want when we retire and the homeowners are no where to be found. like i said, this is my third week there. i've talked to the homeowner maybe twice. three times tops....they're not around. ever.

i guess i wonder how they can possibly enjoy that beautiful property and home when they're never home. they've obviously worked really hard -you don't get that for sitting on your crackle. but why work so hard for soemthing you can't enjoy? the wife told me,t oo, that wasn't their forever home and that when the kids are gone they're selling. maybe for the equity? i don't know. seems a waste.

anyway, so i'm carless. we bought this yukon and the seller kept a little secret from us. something that when you're under the truck checking out stuff you never really look at. some lower control arm is about rusted right in half. i'm pissed to say the least. i don't like not having a car. i don't like thinking for once i'm fixin' on getting ahead and i'm not because now i have this huge car repair bill. the kid actually had the balls to call pete today to see where his license plates are. ooops. i knew i forgot something. pete told him that he was sure his wife sent them out and that he'd check the truck as soon as it was back from the garage. the guy didn't say a word. ass. grrr...

time to go -