As soon as I got back to new town I ambled over to the side of the yard where the neighbor's apple trees are and there was not a single apple to be seen. I am so bummed. I heard that the early spring weather this year brought out the blossoms early and then the freeze in February killed them off. I guess for the neighbor it killed every single one of them off. Not one freaking apple. I even scanned way up high where all the lawn rats (deer) couldn't even reach them. Nothing. Dammit. What the hell kind of fall am I supposed to have if it can't include the thrill of stealing apples off of the neighbor's tree? Seriously!
In other news sweet pea had a big reunion with her dog friend, piper, today and it was just as sweet as I could have imagined it to be. Both dogs were ridiculously happy to see each other and then we walked together and they barely played because they (choking back the tears) aren't puppies any more.
I talked and talked the entire time because my life sucks more, even though my friend, piper's owner, is recently divorced from a dude who decided he didn't agree with what the divorce settlement says he needs to pay up each month and just pays the much less amount which he feels is fair. I know too many guys like this! They make families and then they decide they want out with no responsibility. Bums.
I'm starting to fantasize about spending some time living in a van. I guess what this really means is that I don't want to be committed to a place. My guess: I made a bad decision by choosing new town (for me, it worked out great for the kids) and now once Josh is out of high school in three (hopefully) SHORT years I will for sure (unless the husband is deep into disease or something) want to find a place where the people are more grounded and I might have some trust issues with my town choosing abilities, so I guess living in a tricked out camper van could give me time to get to know another place without committing. Also, you could never live in new town in a van because the police would be knocking on your van every time you parked. It would be cuh-razy and if I tried to live here in a camper van the people of new town would band together to pass ordinances just to make it impossible for me. I hate them back even though me and camper van would be outta here so fast they wouldn't even be able to get all the letters from my license plate down before my taillights were a faint glow in the distance.
This won't be an issue if I win the lottery (keeping utopia!) or win the DYI blog cabin. While living practically below ocean level in the blog cabin is not my ideal because I would rather not have to row row row my way to the grocery store each day, I think I could tolerate a short stint in gloriously sunny and warm florida and not pay taxes while I decide where to eventually land. I know I am picky, but here is the current list of future town requirements: at least 10 feet above ocean level, not where earth quakes are currently common or predicted (sorry entire northwest coast), not where mud slides or gigantic uncontrolled brush fires happen, no alligators, and most obviously, on a lake or at least really large pond. I almost forgot, the weather should be milder than it is in fracking new england. I am done with slipping in the ice. Evan keeps telling me I should move to north carolina, but we'll see what is trending 3 years from now when this might be (but who knows? Has a plan I ever made been carried through? That would be UNLIKELY) something I might in some alternate universe where I get to make that plans that come to fruition- get to have my own say in.