Adirondreaming

Well, I'm home, still with this illness hanging on. All three of us were home sick yesterday, staring at each other, breathing out of our mouths. I should have taken a picture because it is rare that I looked this bad. I've been sicker, but I don't think I've ever looked sicker. I've got pink eye in both eyes, my hair is in that awkward too-long-to-be-a-pixie-too-short-to-be-a-bob stage, my nose is dripping and raw, and my skin was deathly green. I found an old bottle of cough medicine with codeine under the bathrom sink, and took a small swig of this golden elixir of god before bed. Instant sore throat relief! I started singing a song,'Codeine, I bet you think this song is about you! Codeine, I bet you think this song is about you, don't you? don't you?' Bob joined in with,"Codeine, codeine, codeine, codeeeeeeine, please don't take my man because you can!" and he didn't even have any.

I've gotten it into my head to move to the Adirondacks. Bob says it may possibly be because it is February and it is time to go crazy. God, he is absolutely so good at destroying my dreams. I've already found him a job and us a house. He will work for the highway department in my daydream, and we will rent to own until we sell our house here. Well, I google searched it. I asked Sequoia what she thought, and she said it wouldn't be too bad. I'm just talking shit, though, because it is February, and it is time to go crazy. That fucker Bob is right.

The cost of housing is very high. Although it is full of vacation homes, the actual working people don't make much up there. But YOU ONLY NEED ONE JOB! And there is telecommuting. And we are charming and adorable, obviously.  I mean, shit, who would want to live in a place like this?



You know what's concerning, though? Even in all of my leaping-without-looking thoughts, there is NO hospital there. NO hospital. If you are almost dead, you better just hurry up and die or get ready for a one hour drive.  There is one medical clinic type place, where they stitched my Dad's hand when he cut it cleaning fish.

But if you are living a happy, healthy, outdoor lifestyle, you don't NEED a doctor, do you?! If you get eaten by a bear, just be grateful and die without making a big deal about it.

Also concerning is Bob's parents. I would feel very bad to take their only son far away. No one in their family has ever moved away in three generations. They don't care if a truck hits me, but they would miss Bob. They are healthy and strong now, but in ten years that might be different.

I may feel different once spring hits here.

This is probably the house we would get...



Love and Light,
Your Friend,
Hil