With the best of intentions to get fiscally responsible and also become maybe more useful by having sufficient space for projects, we are thinking of a house. A house means, of course, paying mortgage interest, maintenance costs, mowing, shovelling, maybe a second car again and not being in a tax locked rental so even thinking about it give my brain an ache and my knees a wobble. All fun money gone. Spent on the septic system – truly #1 on the best feelings you can have writing a cheque unexpectly. Trips to Canadian Tire to buy tools I do not really understand to try fixing it (whatever it is) myself again badly. Yes, I have owned a house and known the nausea imagining the roof blowing off. Fortunately, I sold it before the eye of Hurricane Juan went by the back door.
But new to this homeownership nausea is the idea of not having broadband. The very idea of going to dial-up makes me feel like a move back to the mid-90s. Using this Bell Sympatico internet coverage widget with the telephone book makes me think that rural life is out of the question. So has that become the canary in a coalmine of my life? Am I such a part of the urban Borg that where formerly I could not live without a rototiller and a post hole digger (my Phd) I now cannot imagine living without the building’s pool, the maintenance guy as well as broadband?