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Cake day: 2023年6月14日

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  • Around then, yeah. We had an odd confluence of events, landlord selling house out from under us right when I got some bonus $ that would make it possible to do beginning renovations and found a house that was solid but very oddly arranged so people didn’t buy it and I could bargain, and a zero down government loan. I was utterly convinced we were buying at some peak, but fuck me, prices just kept getting higher until they now make no sense. I’m sure it’s a bubble, housing has to have a relationship to wages in the area.

    The city has some programs to help people buy a house, forgivable down payment grants - if you live in the house 20 years you don’t pay it back - and others to help low income homeowners with repairs, but of course the wait-list is insane. They are trying though.



  • The house I used to live in is over 100 years old and still standing, it’s not like the hurricanes hit directly very often. Insurance charges like they do, though. And it’s not like everyone can just easily pick up and move, where exactly?

    Humans live on the coast for a reason. All over the world, population is clustered on coastline all over the world.


  • Better as I get older at least. Other people seem to think I am a good person but I guess we all have impossible standards for ourselves. By Dorothy Parker standards no. “If you have two coats you stole one from the poor.” I don’t have literally two coats but a dozen sweaters, which are short season items here.

    To the extent you can be good and live within the system, yes.

    If standing before God and he asks if I did everything I possibly could for those who needed it most, no, I have not, nor have I always been a friend to myself.



  • Two good jobs and digging out from each of us being single parents before we got together but no, we are ok. Can’t retire or anything like that but not one bad month from homeless anymore.

    I was even in a position to help a friend with a (no interest) loan when she had a very bad month, it was tight for us but not impossible, and my husband did not get mad or worried at all that I did that, so I would say we are well off?

    The overall economy is made up of a lot of data points - we are a little bit worse off than we were in terms of cash flow, but wealthier because we bought a house before (well at the start of) the bubble.





  • Not a dude, dude. I do love most sensory experiences, no trouble with food or sex or whatever. And I think too spontaneous and disorganized to land in autistic territory.

    But even minimally irritating clothing bothers me to probably an unusual degree, yeah. Tags suck. Seams suck. Bras suck. And socks? The technology exists to make them seamless and smooth, thank goodness.




  • I agree with Tikiporch. The city matters more than the state.

    There are rankings on different measures floating around the internet, best and worst depend a lot on what you are measuring. So I took a look and Minneapolis comes up as ideal for most of what I want in a city but I’m a delicate tropical flower and would die there the first winter.

    Florida was much more progressive when I was young, unfortunately we have attracted a lot of conservative northerners who completely changed the political landscape, but the city I’m in still feels nice.

    So what are you measuring? Good transit? Stay in the northeast. Good music scene? Texas, believe it or not. Want to raise kids? Maybe NYC if you are loaded, so much to do there. Best is impossible to answer because it’s different for different people. My ex evolved into a slavering racist so he thinks Iowa is best because it’s not very diverse, but that is the opposite of what I like.



  • Not exactly but they all get old and whiney eventually. Same as us I guess. I didn’t LOVE my husband’s dog, he didn’t train her well, but I did like her ok.

    I did have a kitten so evil I might have taken him to the pound except I couldn’t catch him. He would go into unreachable spaces and piss, would hiss at anyone who approached, was just a wee spitfire demon straight from hell. But one day he metamorphed into a gorgeous long haired tomcat, sweet and gentle and smart. He used to give me kisses with paws on my cheeks, no claws. Was jealous of men, but otherwise an utter delight of an adult cat.