Still on the Edge in Sumas

10:42 pm: Still can't believe I can type while lounging in bed. This Targus keyboard is a bit sketchy, but generally gets the job done.

Today I added some color to the bus. Running low on blue. Tired. Burned some wood tonight, still lots more to get rid of. Odd to have a campfire with nobody to share. Sadie enjoyed it with me though. This place feels more like home with every visit. A microwave helps. Mark found a garden arbor that you can walk under on sale. I guess we're both more domestic than you'd think. Bickering while building the thing was part of the fun. Sometimes life is sweet indeed. It was such a bargain he bought a second one for Boston Bar, which I brought up today. Not assembled yet...

Amazing how compatible we continue to be. He's been very interested and helpful in all aspects of my latest financial gig--I put a bid in on a four-plex in Bellingham. I thought maybe he just wanted the profits, as if to take advantage of me. But the truth is I wouldn't be able to buy an apartment building in the first place if it weren't for him. Besides, we're partners. Also I think he'll keep me from getting greedy. All of my diatribes about keeping life simple hardly hold up against real estate investments. Simple living is perhaps in the eye of the beholder; by the same token, perhaps purchasing a bus and converting it to recreational use also moves one beyond a life that is "simple". Besides, who am I to judge those who aren't interested in simple living? I can't even define what that means. Hopefully we all take care to do right by ourselves, our planet, and our neighbors. Because, maybe, that's about all there is.

Photos now!!!







I tend to leave the whole meaning of life thing to those young enough to still get a hard-on just talking philosophy. I guess I kinda burned myself out on all that way back in school. I don't buy into most of the assumptions of multiple religions regarding heavenly rewards, a God marking each hair on our head, etc. To self-centered, I think. My god would be more of the type behind the scenes on HBO's Dead Like Me series, in which apparently, each person experiences their own unique version of an after-life. And who's to say that isn't a deathbed dream? Most or all of the life-after-death stories sound like wishful thinking anyway, including that silly series.

So with my college education, I guess I'll never make it as a self-taught folk artist either. Leave it to me to find a downside with a great education. No complaints. I spend more time than I'd like to admit considering my post-mortem legacy. I'm still far too anonymous for my taste.