Little home on the hill

I married the kids mother in Seattle and we lived there for a few years until I decided to get out of the big city. It was okay there, I had a good job and was resilient but my heart and soul has always been in small places and the country life. We ended up in Colville, I was still in my twenty’s and the kids were still young, Tera started the first grade there.

I was the service manager at the Ford dealership, Laurel didn’t work, took care of the kids and home. One day a real-estate salesman came in and told me that a home was available that he thought he could get us into. I wanted a home, I think that everyone should own their own home. But I didn’t think that we could afford to get into one. He assured me that we could get into it with very little down, so I agreed that we would go look at it.

It wasn’t a large home, two bedrooms, small kitchen, decent size living room, decent size front porch that was covered. Three quarter basement. A good starter home some would say, and we was able to buy it, drove used cars, had used furniture, but we had our own home. Of course in those days homes were cheaper and beginners could afford to get into one. It cost less than eight thousand dollars.

The best part is that it was on the hill, on the last street in town. Being an early riser I would make coffee and spend an hour or two reading (this was before computers came along to waste our lives) in front of the picture window, at times looking out over ‘my town’.

Then I would take a coffee in to the wife to wake her up, hoping of course for some morning nooky because that always puts a man in a good frame of mind for tackling the world. She didn’t think much of sex but it didn’t stop me from trying. Even on Sunday mornings before she would drag me off to church until I got pissed off at them and refused to go anymore. They should have never asked me to be on the board of trustees, I never did believe in their god or like churches anyway and after seeing what a bunch of thieves they really are my church days were over. I got tired of them insulting my intelligence.

About the time the kids hit their teens she decided that she wanted a bigger nicer place in town and came home one day and told me about it. I didn’t even know that she was looking for another place, but few women are happy with what they have and are always wanting more, but I agreed to go look at it, we both had decent jobs by then.

It was bigger, and nicer, and had a fair sized garage, and the seventeen grand they were asking for it was fair. So we sold the little home for eleven grand and bought it. But I wasn’t as happy with that home as I was with the little home on the hill. And when I got tired of trying to keep her happy and moved on I let her keep it. She died in that house a few years after I left, as good as place for an unhappy woman to die. She was always unhappy about stupid little things, me, the kids, and it got old.

Anyway, I loved that little home on the hill, I miss it, I hope that it is doing well.

Hey, there is no plot, no plan, no script. Evolution doesn’t require them and the old ones keep getting in our way of progress. Own a bible? Any kind of bible of any religion? It is my humble opinion that you burn it. The only certain thing is that what is ahead of us is the only thing that matters because everything behind us is just monkey shit in the ruts of time and space.

I figure that the folks that visit this blog are peaceful and harmless even if they are sort of bat shit crazy and troubled by the larger world. It’s those insane fools and the greedy out there that are causing all the problems. Take notice of the header in that comic.

Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC