All My Little Words

It is an amazing fall day, the gloomiest I’ve seen yet. I have high hopes for tomorrow, a day in which I can start a fire early and throw open the blinds to watch the day unfold all day long.

This morning, my favorite source for hot news tips, The Slog, brought me a bit on how developers are trying to sell High Point as the hot new neighborhood. While I can see how some people are opposed to having any bad ‘hoods anywhere, I realized that if High Point is no longer gonna be the ghetto, what is? How long is it before my neighborhood (nice, and not in need of gentrification despite its 50 year old homes) becomes the ghetto?

Maybe it won’t happen and it’s silly to think it would, but I don’t see any of the homes in this inner city subdivision getting torn down, or townhomes taking over, ever. Does that mean that over the years, this area will decline, stagnate?

If so, I welcome it, and I’ll stay here and embrace it.
Yeah, I can see how eco-friendly green condos are an improvement over low income subsidized housing, but…really.

Today is a warm, cozy sweater kind of day if I ever saw one.
Cloudy, rainy, breezy, little piles of fallen orange and red leaves here and there.

I’m finally starting to feel a little more settled in. Still way to much to do, but I feel I am making progress. I must be if I feel more at home.

Highlights…

The saga of the casa continues…Letter, invoices, checks that are not for as much as I think they should be, more phone calls in my near future, and hopefully some more money eventually…

Still working on the laptops, but there may be a slim desktop on the way to our house soon.

I know there is more, but I just can’t concentrate right now. The spector work looms.