Dakota

Gone Fishing

I'm off for the weekend to upstate New York in search of a little piece of property that could be utilized as a weekend retreat, studio, and sustainable homestead for friends and family, just in case we hit deep doodoo-- oh dear whatever made me say something like that? In order to be able to live a simple, quality life in a peaceful place no matter what is going on in the world.

As usual, there is much resistance on the part of the scientific thinkers that surround me, who tell me I'm out of my mind to buy a "bomb shelter". Did I say that? -- although I do think that setting off a nuclear device in one of the major cities in the northeast is probably every terrorist's fantasy, it's more likely that the grid will be less dependable, and make living in a fifty story walkup in the city impractical. If you remember, my admonitions about preparations for avian flu, were generally poopooed, but I went right ahead and stocked up.

I'd like room for one of those pretty white windmills (the kind that the elite of Nantucket feel will spoil their view), somewhere on the property to take care of the energy problem, an acre or two on which to grow mesclun and nasturtium for salads, and a water source in which to dip an old oaken bucket.

Photo note: As close as I could come to a house in the country

Posted by Dakota at April 21, 2006 06:30 AM