Friday: a series of uncompleted tasks

Task: I want to write something about how a lot of people are moving out of cities where they rented to suburbs where they are buying houses from an older generation that can finally get enough money to feel like selling who want to downsize or who need to move into assisted living. Combined with Lowest Ever interest rates and an administration committed to progressive taxation and keeping those interest rates low until inflation returns to somewhere north of 2%, and we could be looking at a historic increase in nominal house prices across the country (at least, everywhere except close into coastal cities, which have already had their increase). This has obviously already started, and everyone is wondering if it will reverse and I’m like ha ha ha no we are going to take that ember of demographic change and light it the fuck on fire.

That paragraph is probably as close as I will get to writing the A Few Remarks post it would have gotten earlier in my life.

Task: get my inbox down to a manageable size/ extract photos from email and delete / get overall mail storage down to a reasonable level

Ha ha ha yeah well, I am at least approaching 70% — it’s been above that and constantly warning me for months, maybe a year. I specifically wanted to go through and delete everything related to Florida Man (other than the storage unit I am still responsible for) (and obviously, treating ex-wife and children of Florida Man as Not To Do With Florida Man). I got a lot of it, but wow, the tentacles are everywhere. Apparently, I’ve been paying to move his piano and furniture from place to place for over a decade now. I mean, I kinda remembered that? But wow.

Task: clear out photos on ipad and iphone, delete some, upload others to Flickr.

I think there are now _more_ photos on my ipad, even tho I have been deleting and uploading, because see the second task above.

Task: blog _something_.

OK, _that_ I have accomplished.

I had a delightful phone call with K.

I did a one mile loop by myself and talked to my sister who has not been feeling well, but we are hoping it is a GI bug. Altho still, how does that even happen any more.

I sort of cracked today. I am So So So tired to reframing shit for anxious people (yes, my daughter, but plenty of other people, too). And I am Even More tired of people NOT taking my concerns seriously. I am now experimenting with a new approach. If you bring me a What If that is entertaining something unlikely and bad, rather than reframe it or try to help figure out what we would do if the bad thing happened, I am now going to start just sharing _all_ of the bad things that I can think of in any way associated in my mind with what was just suggested. If people really want to worry, I can come up with some _great_ things for them to worry about.

So, you know, if you know me, there’s a risk there will be some of that going on around me.