I think that all my life I’ve viewed these Projects as final solutions to every problem.

Which is dumb.

Once, I wanted to own a home instead of rent. I did it. It fixed a lot of problems. It created others. Quite naturally.

Once I wanted to buy a new car. I did it. It felt good. It fixed a lot of problems. And … well, I don’t even have to say it.

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The odds are reasonably good that one way or another, I’ll have an ALiner someday. Even a brand-new one, even a custom job straight from the factory. With a hitch that can pull it installed on the Subaru as well as having the existing one on the truck.

It will not be the end of my problems, but an introduction to new (and maybe) interesting ones.

The odds are quite a bit longer that I’ll ever live permanently on my lot in Silver City in a paid-for home (75K minimum for a doublewide is the cheapest/easiest path).

But if I do, there will still be problems and some of them will be intractable.

I was reminded of this by spending a couple of nights in a Silver place even more beautiful than mine will ever be, a few miles north up the road from town and only a couple more past it to the right and proper wilderness.

In the peaceful night, in the echoing canyon, there were people’s idiot dogs going off loud and insistent and annoying for hours, screaming at each other in domesticated mad rage, a mile away and then answered by one from half a mile away …

There is no such thing as perfection, not in this world we’ve made.

On the bright side, we also heard bobcat mating calls, even closer and louder … why oh why is that a blessing, and the dog sound such a curse?

Why is birdsong a delight and the sound of some dipshit’s chain saw so vile?

I don’t know why, but I am certain that these are so; that the answer has something to do with the difference between the domesticated and the wild, and that my knowing of them are honest sooth.