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Sunday for a sinner.
I'm pretty content with my life right now. There will always be more that I want, but I can see what I have and appreciate it. It's pretty good. I like the house, that it has a fireplace, and a Willowkitty. I like my friends, I like my social activities. Exposure to music and my friends' creative endeavors, especially. I can buy myself healthy food, and I have time and a kitchen and implements with which to prepare it. Have a shiny car. Can drink Ristretto drip coffee at home. Mmm, delicious.
I am timidly beginning to dream of one day rolling my student loans into a home loan. A modest little house with a fireplace and a garden, where I can have a dog and a cat and two chickens.
So I don't have any savings, my parents barely speak to me and I fear being completely consumed by their debt as soon as one of them falls ill, I'm still not skating, I can't afford vacations, I don't read enough, I have ratty old furniture and clothes and bedding and towels and can't afford to replace them. Those things do not impede my contentedness.
Sun's out again. Today cleaning will commence in earnest, along with the roasting of chicken and making of stock afterward. More cider, more fire, might go to Home Depot to buy a splitting maul - Chris thinks I'm going to break my leg with Skot's cheap bent dull little ax. We'll see. About the maul. Not the leg-breaking. I don't want to see about that, heh. Anyway. Breakfast first. Then cleaning. My room, then the bathroom, kitchen last. I did all the dishes last night after making cookies. Even though it was after midnight. Feels pretty good to wake up to a clean kitchen. I have a fancy breakfast planned for myself. Wish I had someone to share it with. Hmmm.
I am timidly beginning to dream of one day rolling my student loans into a home loan. A modest little house with a fireplace and a garden, where I can have a dog and a cat and two chickens.
So I don't have any savings, my parents barely speak to me and I fear being completely consumed by their debt as soon as one of them falls ill, I'm still not skating, I can't afford vacations, I don't read enough, I have ratty old furniture and clothes and bedding and towels and can't afford to replace them. Those things do not impede my contentedness.
Sun's out again. Today cleaning will commence in earnest, along with the roasting of chicken and making of stock afterward. More cider, more fire, might go to Home Depot to buy a splitting maul - Chris thinks I'm going to break my leg with Skot's cheap bent dull little ax. We'll see. About the maul. Not the leg-breaking. I don't want to see about that, heh. Anyway. Breakfast first. Then cleaning. My room, then the bathroom, kitchen last. I did all the dishes last night after making cookies. Even though it was after midnight. Feels pretty good to wake up to a clean kitchen. I have a fancy breakfast planned for myself. Wish I had someone to share it with. Hmmm.