Sunday, July 18, 2010
My life is in transition, and my daughter Casie and I are in the process of moving. We've looked at a few places, from rooms to rent to apartments and may end up moving in with relatives.
My son, Xavier, has been having a fit over the move, and it hasn't been easy for either of us. He's gone from rage at the lunatic landlord in the basement for telling us we have to move because he's moving, to depression. He'll probably stay with his half sister or bunk with friends.
On a lighter note, the funniest story is when Casie and I had dinner at a New Age, 'go green', vegan group house. I went out of curiosity and because the rent was cheap.
It was hot as mofo up in there. They've 'gone green' to save on air conditioning.
As we finished our dinner, I noticed they have only one refrigerator.
"How do you all keep your foods separated?", I asked.
The head of this cult answered.
"We each pay $100 for the grocery bill each month," he said, "That's to pay for non-food items. Otherwise we grow our vegetables and we liberate food several times a week."
"Liberate food?", I asked, puzzled.
He described what this was. Casie and I stared at our now empty plates. It was all I could do to keep a straight face.
I said, "You mean you go dumpster diving?"
"You could put it that way. It's one of the chores you can sign up for."
When pigs fly.
Ya know, our country has taken a helluva beating economically. These were white folks, half who had decent jobs in the recent past but sank to this to survive. They're holding tight onto their middle class image buy dressing up their new poverty with Orwellian-like phrases such as going green and liberating food, and becoming vegetarians because they can't afford meat.
"What if I buy and cook a steak?", I asked.
"Some people might get offended," he replied.
More like hungry, I thought.
The cult leader, which is how I think of him, is raking in the money. Toilet paper, soap and detergent for ten boarders don't cost no got damned $1,000 a month, and lemme tell you, that top floor room they had for rent wasn't nearly as big as advertised and was hot as an oven.
Scams are everywhere to sucker people looking for cheap housing. My own landlord, who ain't shit, will probably skip out of town with my deposit next week. The news always talks about the housing market, yet barely says a word about the high cost of apartments; those rents haven't budged, and from what I see, continue to go up.
Man, I wish the hell I had done some things differently, but I didn't. I did the best I could, so I have to let it go. This transition is presenting some hard choices. I may have to give up my beloved little dog who brings so much comfort to me. Well, with perseverance and a little luck, I think I can rebuild my savings and my life.
I really have no other choice.
My Internet will be cut sometime this week, and I'm not in a hurry to get it turned on again. I've been taking a break from the news and it's felt nice being unwired. Heck, most of the news stories have been horrible this year anyway.
So, I'm in blogging lite mode for the rest of summer. Once I turn in my cable box, I'll turn comment moderation on.
By the way! I was awake when the 3.6 earthquake hit the the DC area. Man, what a shocker. I heard the rumble, the house shook, and my windows rattled. It lasted a long time too, maybe six or eight seconds. I ran to check on Casie (Xavier wasn't home) and it woke her up.
The earthquake made me wonder, along with all of these other converging problems, if the hands of fate aren't pushing me toward a new destiny.
I wish God would tell me what to do. I keep listening...
Posted by Kit (Keep It Trill) at 4:30 PM