Waiting For Godot
One thing we’re discovering about the new double wide is its lack of adequate insulation, especially when it comes to the area of ones feet. It’s gotten so bad these last few weeks that it’s painful to wander through the house without both socks AND slippers on, as if it’s just one or the other, the cold pushes the flimsy foot covering aside and settles right in next to the bone. We’ve made the appropriate phone calls. Gotten bids on new windows and insulation both top and bottom and so far they are sitting on the kitchen counter, waiting for us to make pick up the damn phone and make the phone call. Yet we hesitate… It’s not just the money; we have enough to pay for it without going into debt to do so. But there seems to be the underlying feeling that the more we do to this house, the longer we’ll feel obliged to stay, and right now the house has an unusual feeling of temporarity that we just haven’t been able to shake. I’m sure this happens to everyone at some point and maybe for us ...