The purely metaphorical Lake that fell out of the monsoon skies. In truth we did go somewhere good, without ever pulling out of the driveway. I’m talking about the fourth and writing on the fifth.

The fifth and I’m still not right bodily–I feel underslept and cranky because of it, not in the mood to put my true self down in typing; but attempting to power through anyway. Spiritually though, things are starting to look up.

I remind myself here that belletrism is not, and probably can not, be about explaining everything anyway. Which is good here, because I don’t even want to … but suffice to say, I’d already resigned myself to the idea of doing one thing unacceptable to my neo-paganism, namely getting a job, for the sake of getting a four-wall mortage-free place on that sweet raw already-bought land.

The epiphanic trigger was reconsidering another unacceptable thing–Renting.

It turns out that there’s this woman who locked her house in place right down there on Chihuahua Hill a few blocks away.

But instead of living in it, she’s literally off to Paonia and Peru for an unspecified length of months into the future, and wants to cover her expenses while she’s gone by landladying, and keeping the back bedroom locked up for her own storage locker while she’s gone.

She wants too much money for it, but it’s still a lot less than say … buying a doublewide outright. So paying her 5K worth (a tenth or a twentieth of what I really need) would give me enough time to earn that much back and more, and kickstart at least one fresh dependable income stream, and maybe even get started on a real non-rental house of my own while I’m at it.

Also she tentatively feels like kind of a kindred spirit.

Also, there was another semi-kindred here visiting long after the fireworks were done last night, and that was celebratory and confirming, that this new plan had some legs.

I’m still aching to sleep and fighting off the napping in order to relocate something that resembles a normal schedule.

None of that/this, is like me, but there’s nothing to lose because I’ve not succeeded in liking myself for a while until now.