A new plan Where have all the Bloggers gone? Long time passing... I apologize for my recent lack of participation. I'm afraid the need to work for a living is putting a serious crimp in my style. I was afraid of this. Let this be a lesson to the rest of you.

My life has been commandeered lately by the process of finding housing. I was hoping to have moved into a rent house by now, but instead am looking at the beginning of the long process of finding the 'perfect' house. From all sides, Charles especially, I'm being pressured to buy the most expensive house I can afford. Sadly, my life savings don't get you much of a house in central Houston these days.

Part of me wants to be done with all of this and live on the coast, in a double-wide set on an acre or so. Naturally, there would be a barbed-wire fence around the property and a "Beware of Dawgs" sign hanging, off-level, from the fence. No need to mow the yard, really. There would be a little side yard for the goat and a few chickens. Robyn and I would get up early to make the breakfast tacos, which I would sell out of my little Roach Truck while Robyn takes little Cashew for walks on the beach. On weekends, I would drive garbage to the dump for people (in my other truck) to make a little extra jingle.

On warm summer evenings, we would drink Lone Star and fish in the surf. On cool winter mornings we would burn trash out back and have a cheery little fire. With that lifestyle, in contrast to RatRace Central here, my life savings would last... 53 years. Perfect. Anybody care to join us?  ¶ 10:22 PM