The argument for/against rural living

Posted up Friday about a sh!tty job I needed to do.   That job started yesterday as soon as I finished my first cuppa.

The argument to live rurally is a strong one, when one prefers their own company and thoughts.   It sucks ass when you find yourself in need of things.

In this case, subflooring to replace the rottted out stuff I found.    Closest place that had it was 15 miles away, and they close at noon on Satyrdays.  That meant, the closest place to get it for me was over 40miles away, ONE WAY.    There is very little ‘conveinence’ living rurally.  (Amazon has been a boon to the rural living market, but it really puts a dink into the local vendors as there is ZERO chance they can carry that much inventory.   Local markets compensate by carrying local only items as touristy attactions.IMO)

short version: You’d better know EVERYTHING you need to get, first run.

I ran out of tile last night,,,

No running to grab it at the last minute, like I could when I lived in Sin-cin-nasty. (and no, I’ve visited since I left, and its gone downhill even further.  No ‘going home’: it ain’t there.) 

There is a reason I have extra fittings and hardware stacked will-he-nil-he about my shed and storage areas.   There is always that need at the odd minute and no other options.   A body gets pretty good at make-do, MacGuyvering when the other option is long drives or waiting on Zon/UPS to come through.

Tile on the other hand,,,, not so much.   LOL   As much as I hate the saying “is what it is”, there are times where that is to be.  This is one.    And while I won’t be making that run today to pick up more tile, I will eventually make it out there (like when I am returning from kayaking next weekend: I drive right by the place I bought the original tile from.)  What I have will have to do until then. (and I covered the un-done parts to keep kitteh paws away.)

Solid arguments for rural living.  I like my own company: if you have issues with your own thoughts, rural living may not be for you.    If you MUST have the latest and greatest, rural iving may not be for you. (off-grid will be torture to those that like techy toys.) 

I believe I have said it here before.  My biggest gripe with living where I do is the drive to get a decent burger (not the Micky D’s CRAP)  Luckily, I prefer to make my own and I DO have access to grassfed beef that I know isn’t some mRNA Injected, growth hormone laden simularcum of “meat”.  (can you say the same about what is served at Burger King or MickyD’z?)  

I deal with the inconviencence of long drives or waits for delivery.  The cushion of distance from Kray-Kray is a comfort. With the caveat; we have our own form of kray-kray here in the pillheads and meth junkies.  They tend to a short half-life; easily dealt with if RoL goes buh-bye.

LIve

Learn

LAUGH (at yourself, A LOT)

LOAD

An afterthought: a huge thankyou to my Da; he insisted I use treated lumber for my floor joists.  Subflooring rotted out,  but the joists looked pristine.