Lack of Travel

I managed to take three trips over the first five months of this year, so it seemed like I was finally getting onto the kind of schedule I had hoped for before I stopped working. But now it’s looking like the next five months will only include one trip. And that one may be dependent on forest fires.

Part of the reason for this lack of travel is that I still haven’t decided whether to maintain my current residence or to move away. House prices in Charlotte have been shooting upwards, so I might be able to make a serious profit if I sell my current home and move to a cheaper area – thus my initial inclination to move. I’d really like to move back to Colorado. Alternatively, I could return to my original homeland on the Great Plains. But I considered moving to these places a couple years ago, and decided against it, for reasons that still apply. Houses in Colorado aren’t cheap enough to allow me to keep the profit from selling this house. Lincoln and Kearney, Nebraska are sounding good; even the Des Moines (Iowa) area might not be so bad. But I would lose all the advantages of living in/near a big city, and there aren’t mountains (or beaches) nearby.

And now I’m hungry, so I’m done writing.

A Fictional Sinnareo

Sinnareo Plane was seething again. For what seemed like the millionth time, she asked herself, What kind of monster could do such a thing? What sort of heartless beasts would name their daughter Sinnareo?

It’s not that Sinnareo Plane didn’t know who her parents were, or where to find them. They were right there in the family cemetery plot, the same place they’d been since Sinnareo was just three months old. Yep. Dead. She could ask them all the questions she wanted; they couldn’t answer. (And if they did, it would have scared the shit out of her.) So she never got to know Agatha and Octagonal Plane, nor to ask them why they had saddled her with this ridiculous name.

Mind you, she thought her first name was ridiculous; she didn’t even know her middle name. She wasn’t even sure she had one. Her uncle Parallelogram thought she had one, but he couldn’t remember it. Y’see, Parallelogram had been on a year-long bender when Sinnareo was born. In the midst of all that bending, he was far too focused on his back pain to focus on learning a newborn’s middle name. But he was sympathetic. After all, uncle Parallelogram had issues with his own parents’ ideas of child-naming. I mean, Jesus Christ, how could he not?

…to be continued? Ehhhh, probably not.