Ghost Blog of Blog Ghosts Passed

If there is but one thing I wish I had right now, it would be internet access.

I am using a word processor right now to process these words, not a browser.

I’m told that we’ll be getting internet next Thursday. This is because Mike called to set it up on May 1^st, as opposed to, I guess, before we even owned the house.

But welcome to Hargray, where “24-36 hours” means half a month.

That reminds me of something. Our Homeowner’s Association letter came in the mail today.

It read, “Welcome to the Homeowner’s Association, where we make home-owning feel like renting.”

Ok, it didn’t really say that. 

But it might as well have. 

You have to get “board approval” for every little thing you want to do to your backyard, including a spa, which we already set up.

And there are some decent regulations like you can’t have a clothesline or huge satellite dishes in your front yard. But then there are others- like you can’t put rocks down instead of mulch. And your porch patio furniture has to be a certain kind. And you can’t just leave things on the side of the road for the trash to come pick up.

It just gave me this really creepy, trapped feeling. Like that feeling when you go to make a sandwich and the bread’s all moldy.

I’m probably breaking some arbitrary law just by sitting out here on my fire pit blogging.

“No blogging is allowed in the area behind the main structure without ABR approval.”

My cat’s probably not allowed to eat the grass, and this glow in the dark Frisbee is probably a violation of human rights or something.

I feel like God won’t have douchey rules in heaven. That’s most certainly a home to look forward to.

You can’t carry me away now please don’t steal me from my house,

TWS

Housing (In); Frightened Rabbit