Home On The Range
Trip Start Mar 26, 2005
3Trip End Oct 2005
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So we are finally back in the house, or what we like to refer to as "the work in progress." It is half painted, the lawn is half put in, we have half the furniture we need,half the siding has been pulled down, and half the floor has been pulled up revealing a lot more work than originally expected. You may have noticed a pattern here. We tend to get a little disillusioned by one project and quickly move on to the next to stave off boredom and frustration. We also have our diversions. Bloom bought a brand new tractor fully loaded with a back hoe, front loader, and bush hog and I have been diligently tending to my organic veggie patch. The first few weeks he was cruising around on the tractor, digging random holes around the property, marvelling at his new little toy while I was knee deep in composted cow manure watching my little sprouts mature into fine adults - until reality set in and I had to find a job.
I'm back to bartending (which isn't that bad) but come home from work to a new surprise every day. Sometimes there's a new window put in, sometimes the yard looks more level, sometimes there'll be another room painted, or the bathroom floor caulked, but more often than not I come home to a drunk man pacing around a giant mound of debris cursing and spitting obscenities at every inanimate object in the near vicinity. In short, there's never a dull moment around here in our little "half"way house.
I must admit, I was a little apprehensive about coming home. I kept thinking that by coming home I was somehow moving backward rather than forward. I guess because every other time I've come home it was usually with my tail between my legs and a failed venture behind me but this time it's just a short layover for greater things to come. I am starting to get the travel bug again and occasionally find myself counting down the days to Chile until I see Bloom bouncing around in his "artistically" demented, optimistically euphoric, adolescently innocent, complexly simple life; I smile to myself and know that there's no place I'd rather be.