I do have problems with my house.

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Branches which threaten the power line, and dealing with the trees those branches are attached to is a spooky thing. The washing machine dying is more of an economic strain. Updating the kitchen and one of the bathrooms are more than a bit daunting singularly, but more than doubly so together. The pavement in my driveway needs patching. And I need to repair or replace one garden faucet and put in another. And the things that could go wrong, like the old furnace and water heaters, just add worry to concern. And yet the basics of this house are good, for as little as that may seem (and to the best of my knowledge).

And yet, I look around at the infrastructure of most cities and I realize I am in fine shape, when I compare things. Cities are literally falling apart. Just enough money is spent to bandage infrastructure to limp along a few more years. Bridges, the power and water supplies, roads, and even sidewalks artificially built over all kinds of things, are simply decaying. Beside the lack of any social cohesion, making civil life impossible, I would much rather live here and in what I am living.

I have looked at many of the mansions and the housing of even those who are supposed to be better off. While their houses look impressive, their problems are often grander than their appearance. It seems even serious money does not guarantee quality, not anymore. I am amazed, further, to find that even new constructions for half million dollar and up homes end up with the buyers being stuck with no recourse but to abandon their homes (and credit) or pony up for the repairs if they can or will. Cities, states, inspections, construction companies, and the rest simply walk away once the purchase is made. Even with as many lawyers as they are, for what they are worth, they are busing making real money.

We live at the end of the disposable age. Our wealth was squandered and we chose not to bear enough children to do the work, create the wealth, and think through the problems we are about to face. We are the last product our disposable society has to deal with. It is an amazing time, things will change and it has to be for the worse. We have no means or progeny to maintain, let alone improve, our nation. Who knows, when it is all said and settled, perhaps even the Mexicans won't want the remnants. They will have to rebuild cities away from the graves of ours. They will have to recreate the capital for creating wealth our leaders have forced overseas. And they will have to fight through a barbaric people who will have to be conquered to do so.

I am simply amazed to see what is about to happen and to know that only one of two things can help. Either we will eventually live under martial law with FEMA and the Corps of Engineerings dictating where people can live, and how, until sanity can be restored. And then they will be quite reluctant or even incapable of restoring rights. Or, we will simply fall back to the wilderness we had thought we tamed and become the barbarians we thought we had conquered. Amazing indeed.

I guess you just have to have the correct perspective to put things into their proper place. My problems are small, if our problems are reaching a climax. That isn't the point though. Wherever you find yourself is where you begin. Blind before, perhaps, but blind no more (at least when the world falls from under your feet and possibly quite literally). Then again, for me, each day is already a trial. I am used to living in a necropolis, of sorts. I have seen the worst, done some harsh things... I am used to what most of you can only imagine but will soon come to know as well. I wish I could say it was not so.

Anyway, tomorrow is good weather. I have not yet rescheduled my appointment, but will do so. As well, I plan to buy a stool, get my reloader together and functioning, and go shooting. I have looked over the instructions for the reloader, by the way. It should be rather straight forward as most of it is already constructed. I will enjoy tomorrow as if it was my first good day, or last. And then I will do what I can in the days to follow, knowing that much of this life I lead is about to fail or end. And so it will go for the rest of my days.

Remember to let those you love know you love them and then forget you read this. Good night.