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this is the latest obsession. i think for me & much of the united states. the prices on them are through the roof. likely bc so many ppl need a place to live these days. we want one so we can travel with both pet children. yes, i said it! that is where we are: middle-aged folks with grown spawn (well, his, mine are step-spawn, dear step-spawn boymen), so the animals are our in-home loves. i finally finished the back porch project & now itś like a little rm. james said cozy. i sit out there w/the animal children while he snores inside. we were supposed to practice yesterday but i obsessed over vans & he over his many obsessions, so we didn´t. we did go get a burger & sit in the shade by the interstate watching all the life in cages flying by. then we went looking for an abandoned stone hut i espied online after not having been able to locate it for 10 yrs. i saw it when i was looking for houses up here, long ago, a mysterious little crawlspace full of someone´s long-gone life, but since then have lost track of its location. we drove & 4-wheeled up butt-clenchingly steep & narrow winding rds, parked & hiked up to an alpine-smelling-feeling point, looked inside a different house than the one i sought, finally gave up to go home & weed-whack/obsess. but i think iḿ going back to look today bc i studied more maps & see where we turned on the wrong road... 7 wks left of school & i hope we can get that campervan soon so we can travel unlimitedly w the animals (gas is sposed to go down, did you hear?). life will tell... life, o life, as you fly by, i hope i will always be toujours gai (mehitabel). i hope i can keep doing some good in this little life, keep on trekking... the foe-toe is from the last show i played w/james & co, & that joint was packed! some women started throwing roses at me. throwing them! so i did this, & a nice man took this cool pic.