I’m finally over the worst of that horrible class. I’m down to just my usual workload which feels like a vacation on a beach compared to what I had been going through. It finally all caught up to me though and I’ve been sick as a dog the last week so I’m taking it easy again today. Yesterday was Memorial Day and I didn’t touch my computer. It felt so wonderful! I know I sound psychotic but I probably am after everything I’ve been though since January. School has been pure torture.
So, while I’m taking a break I thought I’d write about Decatur since that’s what this blog is supposed to be about with a few interrupting moments of my occasional mental breakdowns here and there. Over the past several weeks I haven’t had time to think about Decatur really. I guess it’s still out there. Let me check through my blinds…Well the neighborhood is still here but it’s going to look different very soon.
I saw the piles of pipes and rock with big earthmoving equipment parked nearby on one of my rare excursions out of the house. I got a notice last week hanging on my door that the city is replacing the water mains in my neighborhood. I have a feeling my neighborhood is going to look like the after effects of the aerial bombings on Berlin in WWII for much of the summer.
Well, at least now I don’t feel so ripped off from our property taxes doubling this year. Our tax exemption from our home addition is over. The thing is, the house didn’t double in value. It might have gone up 30-35% in value not 100%. So why did the tax bill double? The house isn’t worth twice as much. I wish. I’d sell it and buy a house with enough land for a pet goat – the ultimate status symbol that you’ve made it in America. It used to be a Buick but now it’s a goat. Times have changed.
If I’m going to be paying big bucks in property taxes, I better have sewer lines that don’t blow up in my basement (this really happened), water mains that don’t burst, and a street that doesn’t require military grade all-terrain vehicles to navigate. I’m a little more demanding now that I’m paying steak prices for a Swiss cheese sandwich. At least my street is still better than 51 between Garfield and Eldorado. It might have served as a road in the past but now it belongs beneath an archeological tent for a future Ancient Aliens episode.
Well, I’m going to take a nap now and dream of my future goat on the prairie!