A beautiful day again. I'm going to walk the dogs shortly. They are having a terrible time not sleeping in their usual kitchen spots, and thus we are sleeping poorly as well. Our nerves are shredded. The new refrigerator maybe won't fit in the space. My husband worries it will break the brick steps, as it weighs 1200 pounds. They have to redo wiring and the water access, so he visualizes another flood and another floor, on and on, endlessly. We keep getting stuck in the process. When we can get away, it's better, but of course so much time is spent waiting for a call or a repair person. This is when you realize things are way too important in this culture, and you cannot step outside the box unless you wander aimlessly with no possessions. Kind of like a Buddhist monk, which has always sounded attractive, and now seems the definition of freedom.
In the meantime, like Jean Valjean, I will pull the chains that bind me. But right now, the house seems like an albatross. I want to take care of it and treat it kindly, but I find no way to do so. This is the dark side of home ownership. An RV is looking good at this point.
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