Man, I’d like to imagine myself into a certain place we saw the other day. Not officially, of course: it had a “For Sale by Owner” sign out in front, and nobody was home. But it made me think.
This is the farthest thing from house lust, however. (Well, maybe a little.) It’s being able to imagine how one could live and work there, and how that makes me feel about myself. Like it would be a beautiful thing to do. I suppose that sounds silly for all kinds of reasons, but what I’m getting at here is being good to oneself. This has nothing to do with luxuries. (Well, maybe a few.) This has to do with nurturing, with wholeness.
What I saw was a place to work. A man who takes himself seriously would take note of this. Oh, there was a very nice house involved, but characteristically, I didn’t care about that. Attached to the house and forming an “L,” however, was what most would describe as a mother-in-law apartment AND a double garage! A modern garage with a clean concrete floor. I could write and do Web work in the little “house” and be completely private. If I wanted to make noise, no one would hear. I could even have a garage band. [chortle] Why, the possibilities are endless. Cardboard boxes! Half-finished sculptures! Rocks! An extra sofa, as if.
Good Lord, we could actually have a CAR in there!
The world is going to hell, and the idiot wants a private studio with his own bathroom and cute little kitchen, AND a fucking garage.
YES!!!
Doesn’t have to be that exact spot, but I wouldn’t mind. You can see 70 to 80 miles away to the west, look out over the distant Rio Grande Gorge, all the way across the giant rift valley. Sit there when the world ends, watch the lava spout again from dozens of volcanoes… Yee-haw, have a “drank”!
We’re going down with the ship anyway, better hop to.
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i never really got into the Grateful Dead, but they sure did get it right:
“Might be going to hell in a bucket,
But at least I’m enjoying the ride, ride, ride…”
Not that we necessarily have a chance of living in that particular place, you understand (although one never knows), but the idea of looking out for myself no longer seems like something sinful.
It’s not the circumstance, so much as the stance.
Just keep the picture of that house in your mind and say, “That, or something better.”
@Carmel is right, John. Just keep saying to yourself, “That, or something better.”